now the darkness announces the night’s birth
stars start to occupy the empty, dull empyrean up above
selenian light stretches out its silvery love
but no one, nobody dared divulge
the marvel of the forest as the light
shy away in the west.
it's no place for yellows, not even for the boldest
for peril is the name of the king
sharp, pointed fangs are out to lure
sinister, bloody red eyes await to slay the pure
twisted, poisonous vines lead the cortege
trembling howls and cries pacify the forest
the morbid share of the woods.
drown your worries, your fears and you will find
the wood’s gentle heart and mind
the picturesque panorama that the night is offering
the forest’s benevolent part, quite touching
bears abed with their cubs, hugging them, keeping them warm
lovebirds on their nest, as restful and as calm
a fox hunting to feed his young
rabbits hidden beside rotten logs, contented and safe from harm
an owl hooting a lullaby
wild flowers fragrances on a reply.
as the sun’s rays slowly withdraw to the west
the forest’s a haven at its best
a sympathetic, proud mother,
the sole paradise to its protégé
a sweet, considerate grandmother who has a lot of saga to tell.
23 December 1996
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