I sense the forest
Like waves it's being floats
Across a desert plane
To stir the sand; the lifeless sand
The sand of which names all mundane

I smell the forest
With wafts of fertile land bespeaks
A place where growth and comfort bound
Its odor smothers; transmutates
The rank and putrid that be found

I hear the forest
The gentle sound that emanates
From deep within to all it grips
And gathers from the desert paths
All those for whom the dew drop drips

I see the forest
The beauty of a maiden fair speaks not
Of equal beauty rare
Exposed: she beckons all to she
To sooth and mend the broken crest

I taste the forest
A nectar for the thirst I meet
With leaves that rustle beneath my feet
As I drink of a spring so sweet
My thoughts of all that was: to rest

I feel the forest
Reminded here I am of I
With serpents crawling up my spine
Then branches here become the sky
Released to intertwine

Is that another one I see
Whose dusty path has lead to me?
Welcome home
In Love I breed
A flower, from a seed