The Woods

The pine, the spruce, the honey
and the dew
The mud, the grass, the meadow
and the bough
The chirping, the croaking, the buzzing
and the howl
The posies, the peonies, the roses
and the berries
The moss, the lichen, the vine
and the willow
The warm, the cold, the pale
and the sticky
The given, the trodden, the laden
and the hidden
The wind, the sunshine, the rain
and the snow
The green, the yellow, the brown
and the mellow
The dead, the birth, the fallen
and the forsaken
All together yet away
from each other
That beautiful life of the woods
is what I yearn to live

The others

They will have their hands
Outstretched for you
If they ever find you
Standing at the end of the cliff
They are no bloodline,
No next of kin nor dear brother Jim
Just some strangers you meet
On the street or in the rain
Folks mighty as the ox
Strong as a rock, sharp as the fox
They poke as they pin,
trust is a hard thing to win
Some sigh, some stay high,
Others just say a long kiss goodbye
Down the road, up the hill,
They would ride with you to hell
Ride the journey with them
On many a horses or bikes
Whatever is that you can find
To reach the finish line
Help comes from the most
Unexpected of places and people
Call them angels, guardians

Or miracles of nature

You can just call them

All or just 'the others'