Nothing nor no one embraces

quite like She of the woods

no matter your leave of absence

she'd hug you as hard as she could

Her meadows would lovingly hold you

and with tenderness bear all your weight

your return would be hailed and honoured

always just right and never too late

Though everything has kept on a-turning

the seasons and all life within

you could swear with each breeze

comes a laughing tease

so glad that you've stepped back in

Like the dearest of friends reunited

each are one but both of the same clay

with your shoulders release and the beat of your feet

pick up times banished now play!