I'd love to stroll by trees
I recognized as a child
Stroll on non-ending paths
Of uncut grass that stretched
As far as my young mind
I had wandered those trails
Free of convention of peers
And during forming years
Scarcely knew and understood
Cries and laughter of youth
And grasping those hidden truths
In the forests I'd stay
Borrow ancient primeval ways
Branched arms outstretched wide
Shed fallen leaves season's end
Ageless wooden souls would lend
I might adopt a stoic heart
With amnesia I would hide
Desire of mere beauty's charms
Adoration of allurement
Often brings too much harm
Let the conventions of people
Fade from the depths of my soul
Save the sweet song of my son
May it always play in tune
With lady wind as my only mistress
I would lie in her faithless caress
And then I would rest
House as nature's grateful guest
Wait for spring's gentle thaw
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............I would love to visit the forest and see the little stream, I visited as a child....enjoyed this wonderful poem...