I am here

I am that cabin, nestled deep in the tall woods
with the solid, heavy door that opens only once.

I am the cool blue stream that flows only paces from the door,
and whispers to the rich, soft earth "I pass you by, and yet I stay."

I am the tree that shades the eye,
and gives music to the wind.
And I am the grass that weeps for the morning fog, at break of day.

She is here.

I stand tall for her, and give her shelter from the night
I shade her eyes by day, when the sun is praying to the sky

I give her drink, and the warmth she needs as best I know.
When it rains she comes to me.
Yes, she comes to me.

I take her in, where she is safe and warm.
I give her what I can.
I am here.