The Music of the Forest

Walking through the boulevards Lined along with thick thorns I glance sparsely from side to side In agitated fore-seeing peril. The birds chirped and tweeted Upon my silence one flew above my head Its talons giving me a birth mark Rather, a sign of approval Into the dearth of its home. I had not recovered from my staggering When an eerie cry begged my attention Butterflies fluttering towards the north Coming from the south a strange winged animal Wings as powerful as an eagle's Puffed out cardiac muscles Disappearing suddenly into the canopies. Retreat wasn't an option, Progression was unto death, Side tracks were filled with green thickness Suddenly, I remembered the 23rd verse of selah I whispered at first believing my words I rumbled against the voice of the forest I believed in him in me One step at a time, Two, three, four Progression unstopped Regression unknown... Vision insight, Dream introspect, Mission in mind, Perspiration and trust. I whispered once more I CAN DO IT!