I was denied the forest deep,
and all the secrets it might keep.
For I was vanquished to the town
as circumstances gathered round.
And it is true the roads we take
may lead to ways we can't forsake
until we find the rocking chair,
and take a room beneath the stair.
The present challenge seems to be
preparing for eternity,
and holding on to peace of mind
despite the fate of all mankind.
But I yet seek that woodland track
where I will rest and not come back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nostalgic.beautifully narrated.pining for the track.MAy be five million years ago, your ancestor, a strong man with superb intellect walked there and he is in your glia and brain cell.