An admiration for the pathless wood,

Its beauty so devine,

Surely I if songbirds could,

Find peace amidst these pines.

A respect for the river,

The patience it demands,

To learn strength from its stones,

And feeling love upon its sands,

Departing from the wild now,

A returning to the fray,

I think not of my new soul now emerging,

But the old, who ventured in and will forever stay.