A Place Apart

Trees and vines protect,
Harbor,
Shelter,
A mat of leaves,
Butterflies dance lazily,
In oblivious joy,
A boy watches from behind a log,
Dark eyes dreamy,
Eyes unfocused,
No sound but the crashing of waves on the shore,
Green,
Pure,
Free from Jack and his hunters,
From killing,
A place apart,
Calming,
Soothing,
Freed from sin,
When tempers flared,
He crept quietly away,
To the place in the trees,
No beast here,
No fading morality,
No sinister shapes,
Just a boy,
And his quiet daydreams,
And the silent wood,
A place apart.