A Walk Into The Woods

Sometimes when things seem odd and life a little crazy or hard, all one has to do is go for a stroll in the woods.
It is often just the salve that is needed.
On the petals
And the peals
Of laughter
Towards the forest

On the rafts
Of disbelief
Rowed by derision
Deeper still

A ramshackle hut
With cosmic ceilings
And willow curtains

No proud bastions
No thrusting chests
No chains of gold

Only the infinite now
A momentous moment
Pregnant with star-dust
So empty and full