Coventry Cove

The cold and misty day
such an unusual atmosphere
Evergreens as far as the eye can see
They don't complain, they solemnly stand
but when the ol' wind blows by
they come back to life
they swing, dance, touch, speak
it seems to be they are best friends
each gives each purpose

as night sets in, its a different world
no longer its the world of trees
the animals come out, the crickets chirp
dried up leaves wail at every step you take
the forest has become a cold and fogy night
the midnight sun provides vision up ahead
such bright light, it seems to be almost day

the approach to the cove was not an easy one
the architect didn't make it a welcome wagon
perhaps the ol' wind and the sea don't get along
whitecaps cover the bay, waves driving into shore
and crashing along stones, something is out here
in the cove, the coventry cove,
nothing tangible, but its as if i can suck the marrow
out of it and just let it drip
yes, something is in the forest, the water,
that we lost in the city.