Lothlorien

Watch 

the golden rays of sunlight

beam across the canopy 

of bright, autumn 

leaves.

They fall 

like fresh tears- 

littering the damp, green grass on 

the forest 

floor.

Listen to the leaves 

crunch underfoot; I see myself, aged two, five and eight 

running wild amidst the sanctuary

of sturdy oak.

A shiver 

shoots through my spine 

as the soft glow of the sun caresses my body: 

and I know 

that I am Home.