Female of Nature

I couldn't sleep all night for the for the sound that came The sound of footsteps on the forest path I bounced up from my bed and looked through the window And there came the smell of fresh forest earth But I sow no one in the lonely meadow Where the thick grown grass quench their thirst From the motherly lake who is never tired She flows with the breeze and kisses the crust There was some thing about the woods that they pretended But no one there and the sound never ended Up comes the sun with the news of the day But I haven't got a moment's sleep That sound of footsteps had come all the night As the stars had disappeared and the daylight creeps I opened the door and stepped outside Closer to the nature who changes all the time Through the path and into the woods In the darkest morning with its earliest sight I went deeper and deeper; left and right In search of the one whose footsteps I heard Suddenly I sow a footstep on grass Drawn as if it belongs to them Than I understood who she is She is the one who is nature herself I looked at the clouds and saw her eyes And felt her lips where the rosy sun rises I felt her call deep into my heart I ran and ran on the damp forest earth Then I found her fingerprints drawn on a tree On the softest mosses that shakes with the breeze As I went deeper and deeper I found out Somebody had gone through the wild grasses They’re shaking with the scent of wild flowers (she has kept) And the scent is coming from every place she has stepped Suddenly I felt a motion in my right And saw the bushes that were still shaking I ran past them towards their motion Is this the truth or just a fiction? My heart is telling me that I shall find out I'm going, I'm going, I'm still going deeper I'm hearing, I'm hearing, I'm hearing her call Where I heard the sound of a water fall Then I saw the girl who is sitting with the flowers And put out her green eyes, so clean, so bright I stood spellbound to see the beauty she holds But then she startled and went out of sight Never and never and never will she come To the world of ours, to the brick build culture I cannot tell more even if you insist She'd live in her home as long as it exists