Standing in the woods

With the wind blowing my hair
The trees shelter me
Hearing the great roar of the rushing steams
The dead silence of the warm meadows

Slowly flap by flap
Birds enjoy the fresh mountainess air
As every step I take the leaves surround me
Like a circle of love

Walking in these mountains I feel at peace
With the fresh river flowing
Trout’s jump over head
Gasping for air

Now I’m to end this great journey
As I gradually walk away
I have to return to the reality
Of the big bustling city





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