I want to go down to the woods,
to The Forest of Dean
and walk along the riverbank
where I can hear the rush of water,
step on that muddy path
and feel part of nature.
I want to feel like I belong there,
as if the trees rustling in the wind
had been calling out my name
and the moss filled walkway
already contained my footprints.
It is in those, the quietest of moments
I can pretend to myself
that I’ll never be forgotten.