Mostly a pantoum… with a couple deviations.
Getting lost in woods, where shadows play,
Trees stand tall, their whispers guide the way.
Beneath the canopy, silence resonates,
Winding paths lead me through the day.
Trees stand tall, their whispers guide the way,
Along these trails, ferns stretch far and wide.
Winding paths lead me through the day,
I lose myself where rivers softly glide.
Along these trails, ferns stretch far and wide,
The coastline beckons with its misty air,
I lose myself where rivers softly glide.
And wonder if I’m lost or truly there.
The coastline beckons with its misty air,
Among the rocks and tides, I feel at peace,
I wonder if I’m lost or truly there,
Beneath the sky, my heart begins to sway.
Among the rocks and tides, I feel at peace,
Getting lost in the woods, where shadows play,
I wonder if I’m lost or truly there,
Getting lost in Oregon’s wild array.