The Painter In the Woods

I paint the leaves condition The northern flickers In their positions And I take the earths commanding From where I'm standing I see it all change Like a young hare to a bonfire They only want to heal me So I give in They only want to feel me So I Dive into the wishing well Where my life and death repeat There is a seer in this forest A kind of keeper of the gate Who has been standing there with outstretched arms Awaiting our embrace She has been lonely Beginning to feel unheard But she understands that only a select few choose to listen But I'm just here to paint I cannot bend the fabric of things like you can Well Maybe I could Just a little further down Yeah Maybe I could If I just keep on heading down Down