Lead me to the forest

Lead me to the forest and let me stay there a while.
I want to listen carefully to the stream,
for the moments of melody to run through my skin.
Rhythm within me sync to the beat,
i do not want the worries of tomorrow to weight in.
Sky, stir my mind.
Trees, be proud for me,
I cannot let you in.

Have you seen her walking on ice right in the middle of spring?
It wont break up beneath her feet,
her footsteps are silence and perfect.

The stag raises his head,
pauses,
takes a few seconds to watch for danger,
then resumes his posture,
preoccupied and carefree.

I'll pull a strand from anything, turn it into a sting and swallow it in.
Foolish am i if i stay up all night to listen to the frightening sounds.

which is better, a promise or a guarantee?

Im going to learn the names of the trees from now on
resight the words of birdsong,
hold tight to the book breathed with life,
plant a garden,
visit my neighbour,
lend a shoulder,
draw on some paper,
paint on some canvas,
watch for dawn,
stay for dusk.