While wandering throught the forest,
the woods all dry and dead,
the wonderous thoughts of endless love
that seem to fill my head.
The wilderness with wolves in packs
the run within the night,
the wailes of the owl's might
that seems to bring me fright.
The forest hangs before me,
the world all done in men's way.
I look above and see the birds,
remembering it's wednesday.