Forest Melodies

Eyes, the color of cornflowers in a spring field they bring light to the dark clouds soaking the soft soil under our feet. Hands, ones I can hold, soft as the moss on the pine trees we dance around they can lift me up and lend me help to soar above the dim clouds The voice, the melody of the one I love, ringing to my ears like the sound of hummingbirds in the morning it makes me smile, laugh, and turns every dark corner of the woods away from my sight Home, a place I'll always feel in the presence of the cornflowers, moss, and melodies a place I wish to hold close to me, my place and my home... her.