Ultimate Key

Trees reaching upward to the sky,
twilight consumes the day’s light,
a lonely gray wolf lets out a cry,
moonlight visible in a dark night.

Across the river a reflective glow,
where the light and shadows blend,
stream trickling with a gentle flow,
in darkness wounds of nature mend.

Adventurous, living upon the land,
with all it’s mystery, ever so bold,
castaways, dwelling without a plan,
where whispers in the wind unfold.

Silence reigns, it’s piercing sound,
expressing inner thoughtful fears,
never knowing what’s all around,
alone, awake with lonesome tears.

The forest holds the ultimate key,
the serenity of hopes and dreams,
it does not belong to you or me,
far from city lights and schemes.