Lost in the forest of my soul,
I feel you close in the breeze.
Your lips brush my ears in the songs of the winds.
You stoke the heat of my passions.
You are the air it needs to breathe.
In my mind,
I sit by a creek,
Barefoot.
Loving the time alone.
To have you close would make my house a home.
You are my Mother Nature.
Together or not,
You,
Have always been within,
Me.
-For Tammy Murphy
