An autumn walk in a forest clear

Crunching leaves & grazing deer

The spicy smell of the decay

& cracking limbs as they sway

Euphemia sits here alone

No brick & mortar, this is her home

A place where she feels free

With the creatures under the elder tree

No busy work, no anxious brain

This is her place to reclaim her sane

Deep Deep where trails fade

Far away from anything man made

Here under the elder tree

Where she is safe to simply just be