The Forest Poem by chenoa kai kanis

Watching the forest coved in its green robes of moss reaching up, up, up to a dizzing height. A loaming Gold, sliver and Green, its peacefulnss silent in this wonder land cast in so many shades of light
Thoughts of love now behond reach, I had once thought finite.. ferns strung like footprints across the forest floor
their thoughts left to dwindle like long forgotten lore,
To bide alone by creeks and glens held safe within gifts that nature bore, tearsures all in her embrace, woven among the finest leafs all things to come and have gone before
The life around what spring doth bring, the nymphs and fairies with vocies rised, to light and wind do they sing, to spread there love with so many seeds, like mourning women they dance away widows weeds, laughing with life and limb as they slowy forget last winter's needs.
Kept close within the secrets there; a world of mist and tangled vines
of earth and leaf and wild hare,
of beauty so vivid, strong and ture the human heart can not compear, my eyes behold such sights of nature's work within her most perfect lare!
With every sweep of hand and flash of eye she show us all how to care
and so ashamed of man I've become i could not meet her wild stare.
Keeper of the gate into this heaven born of wild things of seasons turned of pine and wood,, if only we could truly see and know what nature has ever understood.