I've wandered too deep into the forest
Something is coming towards me
I'm not afraid
It means me no harm
It is just as part of the forest
As I am
Is it the soft cooling breath of a zephyr?
Is it the spirit of that fallen oak tree?
Is it the tinkling musical notes of a nearby stream?
Or those distant church bells I once heard in a dream
Perhaps it's a confetti cloud of tiny dandelion clocks
Or the lost nettle stings I just felt through my socks
Or the faraway cries of the baby squirrel
Whose mother was attacked by a fox
Could it be the ghost
Of that oddly coloured toadstool
I accidentally stepped on back there?
Could it be the song of a woodland faerie?
Or just the cinnamon sweet scent of her hair?
Whatever it is
It means me no harm
It is just as part of the forest
As I am
Maybe, just like me
On this crisp, chilly morning
It has no reason
I sense no warning
Pass by me, my travelling friend
To me, you've no need to confess
I think, maybe like me
You're simply just
restless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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