Little Forest Poem by Che Ilustre Lebosada

In a solitude standing beside the window,
The memory of childhood in my mind pass through,
As I close my eyes and let the past flow,
Half of a sweet smile in my face and pinch of pain draw.

I used to have my own kingdom and sanctuary,
Where my bare feet stepping the carpet of a green grass,
The touch of the cloud curtain dazzling calmly,
And the ceiling of a blue sky keeps the scenery perfectly.

There, I have a special bench made by branch of a tree,
And a wall of a huge and tall plants protecting me,
The breeze of my friend wind always kissing me,
While I'm overlooking the real nature of beauty.

I treasured that kingdom where I am the princess,
When I'm coming I heard the clapping of the leaves,
And the trumpet began humming by crackling of branches,
All vowed and dance saying ' Welcome Your Highness'.


Lying In that soft bed of dry leaves is my favorite,
With a pillows of hard and rough roots of the trees,
A comfortable blanket that invisibly made,
Give me a warm feeling to have a deep sleep.

But there's one thing I really adore in that place,
If I sang a song i heard the second voice of the birds,
I can hum, shout and follow the beat of music,
And nobody will say.. ' Go away and stop it.'

Now...how i missed that little forest.