Among the green woods I passed
Caring every gaze I made
Set upon leaves, shrubs and the creepers
That patted on my back
As if to question my wanton pass
I must give my cause to lead
Through the wood I just gazed
To make.my old dispute get cleared
Nothing else was for any applause

It was so cold and secure I felt
How the deer and rabbits make it a home
Among the roaring wild and pram
Ugly traps laid by hunters who passed
Or the fun-loving wanderers
Mine wasn't either , for I had an old tie
With the trees and the green
My fruits I had here, fresh and bright
Medicine was more vital to get
When I 'm sick and suffocated
Shelter from the scornful piercing rays
Is a modest aptful releieving canopy
These are some of the tressures I had
When I had my home nearby the hill

Swing of the wild is a joy
And the sweet melodies accompanying
Wind makes the most fitted exercise
While hanging around for a pause
And playing a willful elusive ride
Hidden tressures of the river or vale
Are a quick stirring magic to light
For seasonal travellets or passers-by
Yet,those whose breath and the soul
Gifted by the wild and the green
Often bear the generous breed of calm modesty
To be justful beings for prosterity
















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