FOREST GIRL

I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
To see the girl in green and feel her pain,
Uncertain of her life so many ways
Yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days.

All dressed in greenery of vine and leaves
Pine needles for her collars; black oak sleeves,
She'd dance and sing there in our greenery
And though so sad she never showed to be.

She teased me every morning in her way
That made a sheer delight of every day,
The forest was her home I know not where
And when I'd ask she'd tell me "over there

Right next to you but far back in the trees
In just a house of stone where no one sees,
Nor tries to understand what I can't show
Then me they never see and do not know."

The images of her are with me yet
As part of me and what I'll not forget,
But then one day I blinked and she was gone
I could not ask of her to anyone.

For she lived over there
Back through the trees,
I in a different world
Where no one sees!