The Woods - Polly Paulusma

The summer sun plays on the ground

I feel it in my leaves

The sap is rising up my veins

There’s pollen on the breeze

I saw it all crystal clear

I know who brought those children here

The badgers tried to keep them warm

The foxes gave them milk

Woodpeckers tried to hammer a home

The spiders spun them silk

I saw it all crystal clear

I know who brought those children here

No path out marked out with round white stones

No Guardian Angel to lead them home

Find them quick

Research before they disappear

The bracken folds down into mulch

The mushroom sprouts and spore

The berries swell and ripe, now burst

To carpet my forest floor

I saw it all crystal clear

I know who brought those children here

Lost and lonely, here all is still

If you don’t take them, the earth surely will

Find them quick

Research before they disappear

The winter wind howls through my arms

My brooks begin to freeze

My secrets now lie blanketed

Beneath the moldering leaves

I saw it all crystal clear

I know who left those children here