HIDDEN FEARS
Hidden secrets of the forest won’t you let me in?
Share the burdens and the heartache and so win
Someone to talk to, to help take away the pain
From a friend who loves the trees so healing gain.
How many broken hearts lay hidden there inside
From the gnarled trees, or injured animals that hide?
Animals great and small, hungry, cold and even lame,
Or some petrified pet who was too hard to tame.
Let me share your secrets both the good and bad,
Find the birth of bear cubs, how many she had,
In early spring see the fawn’s first faltering stride
And the busting flowers no longer wanting to hide.
Feel the great fear when enough rain does not fall,
And earth and branches are tinder dry, can’t run at all
Those mighty trees, and do you dread to see in the sky
Lightening that could strike and cause fire to flash by.
I can guess your hidden joys and some of your fears,
And I can share with you feelings by shedding tears,
So let me stand and listen and maybe your secrets tell,
And I will sing a song of natures love that I know so well.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 23 November 2005