look at the woods filled with silence
and grace
you can hear the pines rustling and
creaking
yet if you're quiet enough you can
sense a presence
it's the soul of the woods
butterflies fluttering across the pond
snakes slithering over the soundless
ground
you find a forgotten doll lieing under
the beautiful colors of moonlight,
you wonder what truth was found in
this beautiful place?
what mistakes were made in these
sleepy shadows of darkness?
what adventures where had while
running through these woods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem