Reflection Poem by Fatmir Terziu

This is a forest where the trees,
birds and other animals,
all,
without excluding spiders,
have written their groove,
to thank the sunlight.
This is a forest where the guest fox,
feed on poultry and other finds.
This is a forest where the bear sleeps,
where the wolf rises,
where does the wicked live,
where the wise lives,
where the next neighbor is another mountain.
And yet, against this,
this is a woodland where the robin sings,
because of a crow,
located in the other forest.