In the forest you find
the peaceful route
the quiet, one of a kind
to contemplate about.

Deep in thought seeing
the mysteries of nature
far in fantasies flying
greeting passing creatures.

In daydream you wish
that trees had the wings
hoping for their soft kiss
when love lullabies sings.

I was here, in this dark wood
To find the treasure, I believed I could
But after wandering for years alone
In this forest of thorn
Under the sky, whose color so deep
I cannot further hold my weep

Is there anyone to help
Please tell
Can I cross this cruel forest
Or by coming here, I become a bonehead

'cuz if "or" is true,
I want to die
As I cannot handle a hope
That will become a lie

for days you trail through the depths of the forest
and as you step out on the other side,
finally off its shadow
you feel an unknown urge, to turn back, for a one last look.

and in that very moment, for the first time
you feel the whole forest, with its all might, vastness and mystery
rushing through you, filling your heart with senses never known
and it only stops, when it finds it's way, through your tear drops.

you know, after the last line
looking back at a poem, does with me the same.

Farewell now, peaceful dales, farewell to
Familliar hilltops that I call to
Farwell, familliar wood nearby,
Farwell, the beauty of the sky,
Farewell, glad nature that I cherish;
I am exchanging my dear peace
For noisey, glittering vanities...
Farewell my freedom that must persih!
Whither and wherefore do I strive?
What can I hope for in this life?

We crowd into a darkness of neon and strobe lights, sweating grasping thrusting jumping,
Deafened; ears by bass and spirits by alcohol
As of a single mind, like the maggot, we wriggle and crawl  blindly back to the darkness from whence we came-

But I dream

Of not seeing you

In a faraway forest,
Touched and untouchable,
Naked and triumphant,
Wild and free.

Dancing

In a sunbeam

A shaft of light
Penetrating the throbbing verdant green canopy,
Shining brighter for the privilege of caressing your cheek
As the wind plays with your hair,
And the earth trembles under your toes,
Eyes bright, soul soaring,
Enraptured by the music of the wild god of the world,
Ears filled with laughter at the very notion

That you could ever be anything less

Than a goddess

Once, the wild forest
Treaded beneath,
Its vestigial remains laid under my feet,
In pockets of youth that grew out of the ashes.

Once, the wild forest –
I dreamt of it, sleepwalking, moontalking,
I dreamt of walking down that forest floor,
down mountain slopes and crowded ravines,
and curving around the canopy as the birds do.

Oh, the wild forest,
How you sleep and slumber,
How you call to me with all your moss and your green.
Your spiders spinning webs, the old sequoia tree
Who has seen more than I will in a thousand lives.

Once, the wild forest,
Treaded beneath my feet.
How that ancient spirit slumbers,
How the forest sleeps.

I want to be an ant that is simple yet resourceful
I want to be a butterfly which is beautiful to look at but hard to catch
I want to be humming bird to detect sweetness in human
I want to be a fish that keeps moving with the flow…

I want to be towering rocks which is so durable and brave
I want to be the glorious rainbow which rarely occurs but leaves its marks besides
I want to be crisp wind that leaves its fragrance wherever it travels
I want to be captivating clouds that wanders alone …

I want to be wondrous rainfall that might be noisy but the hopes of many
I want to be the moon that brightens in darkest hour
I want to be verdant forest that is home to many
I admire nature because it is pleased with simplicity.