The dark rain splashes in the forest,
Splitter splatter,
Pitter patter,
The smell of wet herbs goes into my chest,
Deep in the forest,
The vines finger themselves around my arms,
I try to find my way through the maze,
And wonder if my quest is a race,
While I am choking in this forest’ charms – deep in the forest.
I now feel idle here,
Oh, forest you now seem old and crippled,
You are not fresh and I feel quite fickle,
Feelings changing I fear – deep in the rforest
Perhaps there is another forest,
But they all seem overwhelmingly hard,
I should be careful, they may leave a scar,
Still I can’t let the urge for it rest, deep in the forest.
The forest’s arms are doves,
Their beauty is like precious gold,
Dangerous! Marvelous! Mixed and rolled,
The forests are loves.
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