Deep within the forest's heart,
does the foliage spread apart,
revealing light on nature's art,
like a spotlight on the stage.
Like a spotlight on a stage,
stands a character of sage,
allure and mystery does she wage,
as a creature of the woods.
As a creature of the woods,
fellow guardian of redwoods,
she stands with silver hooves,
and she stares into your soul.
As she stares into you soul,
with eyes as dark as coal,
a fellow beast appears, her foal,
with an undeveloped horn.
With an undeveloped horn,
(absent once when he was born) ,
he looks onto us with lorn,
though still a creature of the forest.
Though still a creature of the forest,
he will irrevocably flourish,
like all anagogic forces,
deep with in the forest's heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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