Walking in these woods unknown,
I know of where I came from though.
I see a bird, a boulder, some leaves,
Ferns in the corner shaded by ivy leaves.

For I hear some noise than startles me,
Merely just a chipmunk, scurrying on a fallen tree.
But the thing that startles me most of all,
Are the leaves and nuts that begin to fall.

There is a rustle in the trees,
And the elegant bodies descend on me.
As they collapse to the floor another sound appears,
Boisterous scream that comes to my ears.

For I look for it's owner,
In the branches high above.
For there sits a mere loner,
A great, white dove.

I force a smile for this beautiful sight
As the trees rustle over, they obstruct the gleaming light.
So I turn to and from, from whence I had come,
And continue down the path stretching to an infinite sum.

For I must go at once to write this all down,
Before my mind lingers as the cause of some external sound.
I now venture home, for I’ve made a dear promise
To write and reflect on the elegance of the forest.