The Forest

Kirk's dik-dik dashes through the greenery,
sweet voice of birds caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
flowers soft as thoughts of budding love,
ravens flying, like banners of old wars.

I breath to Heaven like vapor goes,
my heart pumped like a bird doth hover,
Stimulating me to venture,
into the inmost gloomy unknown.

As I wander amidst my fears,
my mind swayed idly like a water-lily in a lake,
my thoughts came yapping and growling round me like a pack of curs,
Shadowy faces, known in dream, pass as petals upon a stream.

Shafts of light spear through treetops,
birds swam the flood of air like tiny ships;
ferns were spread upon the earth like some lacy coverlet,
Golden mist upon each breath.

Walking through the fern,
thoughts are buzzing like a swarm of bees,
yielding to the charm of the moment,
in the occurrence of the sun.

Mother Nature croons its sonnet,
uttering wild cries like a creature in pain,

And it echoes through my mind,
theories of life sprouted in my mind like mushrooms.