in the woods does well for ones hearing,
For the trees have all the answers.
And an overcast day will bring harmony if you
And be still.
echoes with hymns of joy
And the distant voice of a bloated rivulet
a steady beat.
They have something to say
at least, they might have
one could translate quickly enough.
faces of the bluff smile
Theyre ready for a makeover,
Even rocks can get bored after awhile.
changes, like it always does,
to some new illusion.
cracks its whip of thunder
And the wind burst into a triumphant chorus.
The revulet increases its beat like the pulse
a frightened child
And rocks reply in a bold gesture of silence.
The trees, they have no more answers today
For they are far more fond of the sun than the cloud.
And now we are at the beginning again;
Which we never left,
Just went for a walk.