Dark-Edged Forest

Tall,shady,green trees, Sweet,fresh cold breeze, Here I am,standing in the middle of the forest, Feeling alone and abandoned by the rest. I walk,walk and walk,until I feel tired, I seek,seek and seek but seems I'm a blind, Nothing,nothing is all I can see, Except that tall,tall tree. So I sit under its shady leaves, There,I opened up my grieves Maybe,a single tree could understand, Why I am pouring my tears on land.