Lin-hsia (to be in the woods)
Posted on April 5, 2014
(to be in the woods)
I wish for ancient, solemn pines
And whispers of the days gone by
As underneath the patient spines
I watch the changing of the sky.
The forest knows the heart of men
And in that knowledge stands aside
No judgment echoes through the glen
Save that we carry deep inside.
Last edited by Francis Meyrick on April 5, 2014, 6:53 pm