The Pine Woman

She waits.
The forest is her domain.
Dried gullies her trails.

She waits.
When all is lost.
When life’s meaning obscures.

She waits.
Go to her.
She will listen to you.

She waits.
Gathering the lost,
The aimless, the misplaced.

She waits.
She is there.
You are never alone in the forest.

She waits.
Never blinking,
She waits.