The forest of budding souls

The forest of budding souls

So engrossed are we in our daily mundanities

we forget about the forest where we come from

‘t is a place fairer than all other places

a place of quietness and rest and beauty

a place we sometimes remember to visit in our dreams

there we all are trees mingling our roots together

and we all grow in the same direction, toward the sun

each of us has a little piece of soil, a unique name

and we all sing together with the wind

and we sway our leaves as birds come to visit flapping their wings

with tales of other worlds to yarn

we listen to the birds without losing a single word of their colorful stories

and we rejoice of being all together in such a loving company