Between the Trees

Between the trees and the treetops. Between the earth and the sky, my thoughts go wandering, leaving me behind. There's an aching in my soul, a wound in my heart. The words in my head tell me no one's listening. Between the trees and the treetops. Between the earth and the sky, I wander alone while hundreds of emotions gather like dark clouds in my mind. Between the trees, a ray of bright sunlight pierces the darkness of my soul, stilling my aching heart. Out of the dark wood into the light, my thoughts rearrange themselves as the sweetness of chattering birds brightens my soul. Tomorrow's another day, a new beginning, I'm sure.

Words by Paula R C Readman

29th March 2023