Complacent Heart

You are free,
For you were born that way,
I will forever let you be!
But still I whisper to the trees,
Can you not see?
Do you not hear me?
I'm like a deer running wild,
Hiding in the shadows,
Drifting in the wind.
As the gail gusts,
The leaves fall from the branches,
So entranced am I,
I cannot see the woods for the trees,
I'm like a tiny foal,
Unsteady on my feet!
You are the hunter,
With a large barrelled gun,
Even the sun shuns and shudders,
In the wake of the dart,
That will always shatter a complacent heart!