Sleepily begotten of the forest,
A woman who lives among the ferns,
Plants are to you dearest.
Of silently dripping water droplets,
Off the honeydew suckle,
A sylvan goddess, I promise.
The company of people almost seems foreign,
When the billowing flowers seem to speak,
O how the earth has forgotten.
Where the forest you belong,
Return to your wooded home,
Too soon you are gone.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
Sleepily begotten of the forest,
A woman who lives among the ferns,
Plants are to you dearest.
Of silently dripping water droplets,
Off the honeydew suckle,
A sylvan goddess, I promise.
The company of people almost seems foreign,
When the billowing flowers seem to speak,
O how the earth has forgotten.
Where the forest you belong,
Return to your wooded home,
Too soon you are gone.