See what delights I bring you this day.
Don't worry , I won't stay.
Across this crowded forest room,
I see there are many like you.
The winds waft to the clouds above.
The woods are bright on this day.
Nymphs have come out to play.
Bees are out sipping the morning dew.
And you, you have no sweets, do you ?
The mountain streams, they call to you.
And in my breast , the serpent does lie.
By the stream stand crowded trees this day.
All things flourish as you turn away.
Oh, how I long to pass my days with you.
As the wandering forest dances away.
6/ 15/ 2013 Sat. 9 am