The Haven

Centuries ancient, above my head,
Centuries dead, beneath my feet.
Two worlds apart and seperate,
Joined in one whole being.

A haven, my home, my comfort,
A place of simple content.
No one could disrupt the flow,
Of pure life through natures intent.

My haven, the world; My home, the trees,
Chaos: a lesson there taught and learned.
Forever belong I to that place,
Alas, for all, must I leave the comfort.