The heart has no rooms
it is a forest to get lost in
and there, when a tree falls,
the sound echoes eternally

the heart is a forest
sometimes it is dark
but even in darkness
the stars twinkle in an ebony sky

the heart has no rooms
no locked doors to imprison
but it is a forest
and it can captivate the soul

the heart is a forest
with streams so deep
sometimes we fall in
and drown in the depths

the heart is a forest
and sometimes that forest burns
but even then, after the rain
new trees start to grow again…

a forest can be fragile
a forest can be kind
a forest can be cruel
bear that all in mind…

(c) 2016 Allen wolfie Simpson