Song Behind the Trees

Beyond the tree line

music beckons

Keep reading for the two possible endings to this poem

Ending 1 –

Past the threshold

no trail awaits

The stars can’t breach the canopy of leaves

A chorus of vines wrap around me

I’m a present for everything that stings

Venom lessons leach into blood, muscle, and bone,

Wolves wait and rabbits

scream

Over the crickets’ wicked laugh

I hear the stream

whispering

that the forest doesn’t go on forever

The music is gone

so I write my own

Ending 2-

When I cross the threshold

leaves swallow me, doing their best to hide me

from things that steal and sting

Whisper of the stream

guides me

off the path

through briars that cut into my leaves

piercing muscle, clawing at hope

but the sound still calls

I hide from spiders and walk with snakes

through the rain

over places where the earth

split

Stars and fireflies stay true

And the night’s butterfly takes me through the last miles

to the heart

the symphony

the beginning

of everything

Image description – a photo of somewhat barren trees at the edge of a forest. The sky is overcast, and a layer of fog gives the trees a hazy appearance.

Why two endings for the poem?

After I wrote the beginning of the poem, I started thinking of two possible endings- one more sinister and one with a more joyous outcome. I remembered reading those Choose Your Own Adventure books when I was a kid and thought, why not have two endings to this poem?

A song, a promise, a path- hidden except for the first few steps- could be a trap, waiting to ensnare any who dare to enter. Will the price to move past the trees be cuts so deep that souls and bones need to be pulled back together with a needle and thread? Or is the hint of the hauntingly beautiful song a prelude to something wonderful?

The threads binding our souls and bones remember the agony of past lessons, yet the stitches come alive with curiosity. In stillness we dissolve. Beyond the tree line, we find reasons.