The deep wood call me
It knows my name
I am a lonely man and
It gives me shelter in its shade
The deep wood sings
A song of my choice
It knows I love music of
Leaves, fronds and flowers
The wood has a color
That I like to wear
So it sends me its garb
And I feel relaxed and cool
I have gone to deep woods
Often and returned just once
To collect my dreams
To share with it in loneliness
Deep wood calls you and it knows your name. Wonderful poem is excellently penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A man of woods you are! Loved your intimacy with the woods and your poetic description of its deepness.
I am glad for your support sir. Gratitude.