Pages - Future Of Forestry

They’re left with her

Some heavy, some light

But honest and true

They’re black on white

They’re time pieces left

That none could undo

While the memories could hide

All the pages could

The pages would say enough

They’re part of her

They’re given in trust

A world to reveal

From stones unturned

A mystery told

With ink from a quill

They told me how lovely it was

And they show me the beauty of us