A Healing In The Woods

I pause, forlorn with thoughts from long ago,
When I was young and lost along the road.
They plague my troubled mind and bring me low,
Replaying times of grief and debts I've owed.
A final act is played when evening falls;
The memories I've passed begin to fade.
I hear a voice announcing urgent calls
To leave behind the debts already paid.
Above, I hear the songs of joyous birds,
Like those I'd given up so long ago.
Their lovely ballads are like soothing words
That mend and heal while setting hearts aglow.
 These woods applaud my walk of beaming cheer,
 For I, at last, have shed my days of fear.