In The Woods.

The beautiful songs of birds,
With cool waves fresh from the woods,
Creatures that never forget to weep,
A couple of thick arms cracked
With leaves that are lightly tinkered,
Its autumn in the woods
Its spring in the woods.
The green leaves in the noble trees,
The sun is gone, the woods in shade,
The fresh scent from life giving air,
And shrubs of flowers with natural perfume,
In the woods leaves whisper a song,
That the birds mimick and bough.
With cool waters invisible through the shades,
Oh! The woods in sun.
And the rain has done it again,
So the butterflies dance
With oblivion down the stream,
Walk in the narrow path deep in the woods.