I wandered aimlessly under a serene canopy
Carrying, deep in me, a heart so noisy
Over me, an umbrella of a cool shade
In me, a cloud and a wondrous shadow
Silent leaves laid dry, the dead of the last seasons
A hundred eyes of trees, at me, stared on
And a hundred ears of trees, to my soul's musings, listened
Yes, I could feel.
My soul somehow smiled and got somewhat jolly
For, at last, it found ears that longed to listen
And eyes...