The Forest Watches Me

The forest watches me with piercing eyes,

They watch spitefully,

Or lovingly,

Or hatefully,

Or with a sombre gaze, wondering.

(Their eyes fade into the foliage, like twinkling stars in a rich green night fall.)

The forest’s stare is as ever present as evergreen trees,

Like the bonded cycle of the moon and sun,

Like eternity sworn love,

Yet undying, akin the concept of time itself, permanence. 

(Forever and ever is a thunderous eternity, but eternity's bellows quiet with their presence.)

The gaze comforts me,

A blanket of observation swaddling me,

A never interrupted hug,

Yet others seem disturbed by their longing glare, unenlightened.

(The warmth feels soft and heavenly, providing solace in an uncomfortable existence.)

The forest watches me,

They comfort me,

They cherish me,

I am enveloped by their loving eyes, at peace.