November, 2019 The Way Home I still remember clearly All happy and fresh The forest she was kind Now that I was blessed I knew what I was here for I knew what I had to do Going downhill is always fun This is where the story connects back This is where it all began One steps leading to the next I still remember clearly It was all so fresh It was a cold November evening It was almost dark but I knew the way The spirits of the forest they were friendly The visions they opened up I knew what was next I knew what I was here for I suddenly felt at ease The forest she was with me Maybe I was waiting for her to calm a bit Maybe the other way round most likely One steps leading to the next I still remember clearly It was all so fresh Going downhill is always fun Especially when you're on your way home! November, 2019