To the Forest

Come to the forest with me To become invisible and free, Under the canopy Listening to catbirds happily. Come to the forest with me To sit with up risen weeds, Where foxes play Seeing skies blue or gray. Come to the forest with me To feel dewy grass under our feet, In groves of ancient birches We'd celebrate in rainbow'd mirth. Come to the forest's leas Where we dreamt of teas Brewed o'er campfires flames Hearing leaves singing our names.