Under darkened canopy of green and brown,
I walked the forest floor,
'til I came upon a certain place
I felt I'd been before.
After years of hiking and drifting in time,
after your hopes and things you had dreamed;
after searching and struggling sometimes you find
things are different from what they had seemed.
Things had changed greatly, in this forest
and through all of my years.
But there seemed a mystery present,
that pitted my hopes and fears.
I started to leave but faltered; just couldn’t follow through.
The feeling I had was tugging at me, and wanted me to stay.
Something told me that it was here and now,
right here in this place, on this very day.
So I turned to the right at a fallen tree,
a place I'd marked in the past.
Wouldn't you know it, after so many years,
it led back to you at last.
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