The Wild Wood

I wrote her name upon the tree

Sun low and setting

I kept forgetting

The world that went on without me

The night was cool and songs were sung

Owls took to fight

Mice ran to and fro in fright

And yet I cannot remember where I had begun

I called her name into the wild wood

A lilting tone to my voice

I’d naught to regret in my choice

Rooted as I was to where I stood

I belong to the wild wood

I belong to her

I belong to the trees

And the world in which she rules