The Beech Forest

 

Green roof upon pillars of silver
Floor made of copper that’s shining
A fairytale world for the wild
For the beauty deriving from freedom

You’re running
Like a red fox leaping
Running like a restless squirrel
Dancing upon stones of grey
Light as the breeze
Swift as the sprites of the sagas

Your real home is the forest
Here we’ll be staying forever
You spin your gaze at the tree tops
The birds are singing your praise
Doves pass you by in procession
To salute your arrival, my Sweet Forest Princess
To welcome you home to your palace of green

The brook is rapidly purling
You take a seat at a big rock
You’re lying down to rest
You look at the streaming water
A dragonfly passes over the surface
I take a seat beside you
The warblers are singing solely for us

You are so full of beauty
So sweet
So vulnerable
So fragile
So radiant
I feel a great admiration
And thankfulness
Because I believe that you need me
And I definitely know that I need you

No screaming
No quarrels
No pressure
Only I
Only you
I, the Shy Dreamer
You, my Sweet Forest Princess
Resting in the Temple of the Beeches
Rocked into rest by tender bird song
And I know now that I am in love