Woods
in them lies the reality stark
the fluttering of leaves, swinging of twigs
leaves you in a deja vu, the tree and its bark
Nothing to hide, nothing to show
the curly winding roads will not stop you go
the shimmering river, the sound of cascade
the memory of them will never fade
The hills are high, reaching the sky
the beauty of which makes you sigh
the twinkling of stars, the cooling moon
will thwart you to retrieve soon