The fog flows through your forest but your protected from the frost.
Protected from the elements, but emotional confusion you’re not.
The greatest gift becomes your greatest weakness.
Sheltered from the winds but also the radiant sunsets.
Your soft skin too brittle to take the day on your own.
Unable to stray from the protection of your forest, for too long.
To seek out new souls, grow tall but still stay in touch with the ground.
Wishing the world would blow your way and friends that you never found.
Your dreams evaporate but the fog still remains.
A preserving mist but your soul growth it will claim.
There you will stay for the rest of your days, afraid to leave on your own.
Dreaming of exploring the world, but afraid of a little cold.
© Deon Heemskerk 18-5-2012