I glimpse the wonders of the forest
I tread through glades of down,
But O the forest seems too still,
When I'm around
The matriarchs so staunch and divine,
In their forest glades
As they gaze down at our folly
Seemingly to hope and say,
But there is no way,
For we are of flesh,
And not of wood,
And cannot seek to be so…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem reflects the pain we feel when we forget who we are or try to be someone else. I loved it a lot.