Ferns

walking through the forest and ferns,  
i piqued interest to a song
coming from a clearing lined with colorful blossoms,  
i create footsteps toward the notes,  
melodic, haunting,  
my ears feast upon this sweet symphony  
nothing sweeter has ever been heard,  
green sentinels surrounding me  
bear witness to my becoming  
to my surrender  
nothing could be sweeter  
than to see who voiced this song again,  
because what i hear is all a dream  
nothing could change me the way this night did
when i came to my senses i regretted my decisions  
a new focus has been made
to make my life whole again
where the ferns take shape and hold
a beautiful voice that was left with a difficult choice