The woods are a place of mystery. The rivers that streame, the animals that live,
the trees that know the worlds history. Being lost in the woods is being lost in your soul.
There is a lot of searchng to do before you find you as a whole.
The rivers are like our life lines streaming along not going back
with rough rocks we haft to impact. The animals represent people that come and go,
and the life we come to know. Tree's that leaves flow with the wind and grow with time,
like our generations that blow our minds. The woods is an example of our lives different in our eyes,
but the same deep inside.