The Past

the woods
filled with the 5am mist

i stand beneath the most beautiful tree
its beauty still in tact
after centuries

the horses, now tame
no longer come to me

and centuries ago
they were free, they were wild
they would gather had my feet
i would teach them the world

but now, three centuries
gone in the flicker of an eye
humans scare them

everything has changed
the mist would have been slate blue
but now its just a cold white

and the forest no longer shines
with that mysterious light
it's just cold

yes, everything has changed
but im simply part of the past
living in the past

so i'll always be standing
beneath the most beautiful tree
the horses, the wild horses
would always run to me

and i would teach the world about them