Walk through the woods

As i was walking through the woods, i heard a wonderful song of the birds. Not only birds but crickets as well, and all of these sounds story did tell. They spoke about ancient times, when people were talking with them in rhymes. Times that knew only of love, times when eyes were gazing above. Trees were adding their own flavor to the story, their leaves were singing about love’s glory. Oh, what a lovely symphony was there, but alas, i had to bid the wood a farewell. Although today i am sitting at home, in the enchanted woods still i roam…