Through the Woods

The flowers stiffen As if to remind me That they are still alive But I know that no heart lies beneath their stems Even so, ignorance is bliss And the flowers are still convincing Red woods collect their leaves And straighten their branches As if the remind me They have not yet reached decrepitude But tall as they are, Their roots are still rotting Then I've reached the river Whose water trickles over rocks quietly As if to remind me That it is gentle But I know who it has taken I walk through the woods As if to remind myself That I am not wicked But the flowers And the Red woods And the river Know.