The Forest - Mirah

When we went off away from the forest

We did travel far to get a taste of so much more

We dug up the roots of all the stories

Put them in a pot and brought them to a fiery roar

We fed on these things without a worry

Never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm

Gone away, gone away, what was yesterday

Make a meal, make a bed, tuck your feet in

And resting elbows twice on a table can be nice

But the comforts, they can be deceiving

Now the seasons are not what they once seemed

The berries all are green though the sun is at a fine high crest

We lifted our shirts up in a hurry

Reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest

We slept off all the fat, but they’ll be no more of that

'Cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopy

Swinging tails from trees, we can gather we need

Give away what we had a fair share of

And now the forks and knives with the sacrifice

With a pair only some can believe in

When we return, we’d find all the leaves have died

Have we all gone away for such a long time

We have a life so sweet and a nut to eat

Now it’s all just bones and a long way away from home