A full moon sky ,
Where stars blend into constellations,
Immersed in deep thoughts
Of sorrow and delight ,is me
Sitting under a pine wood tree .
The Owls hoot their cries and
Doves their lullabies.
Composing it to a song ,
Song of the nature —is my duty .
The roots provide me comfort ,
To continue my work with ease .
The zephyr calms me further ,
Helping forgo the pain of loneliness .
The colonies therein provide security ,
Security against the gale and monsters.
With a quill in my hand ,I compose the song to be heard forever .
Yet ,only the woods —my listener with all the beings within .
No human will ever know my presence ,
For the moon and it’s entirety is my only pal.
Still encouragement gushes in for me ,
Not from the folks out there ,but from nature itself .
For writing this song for them,
Who will remain as my soulmates forever ,
And protect me even after my departure,
From the uncanny humanfolks .