I walked in a forest this afternoon,
The trees were graceful,
Each one unique but different somehow.
As I passed each one, I touched it,
And it told me its story.
I walked in a forest this afternoon,
The flowers were brilliant in their colors,
Each one beautiful and beckoning for me to touch it.
They sighed as I passed them,
And each sigh was a wounderful fragrence blown onto my face.
I walked in a forest this afternoon,
The grass was long and confident in its place,
Each one forcing me back as I walked through them
They growled as I stepped over them,
Each telling me I had no right here.
I walked in a forest this afternoon,
They all seemed to be glad I'm glad I'm gone,
But glad I came.
And I guess they are protective of their home,
Their history and its peace.
But are willing to share what little they have,
With someone who is willing to listen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem