Love On The Quiet

Every time I go, I go with many,

Twice than me on a ride for company.

Walk we do, we do sing and talk,

But none do I hark.

All in my soul-solely, I embark,

On a journey so deep and dark,

Into the chambers so green and serene.

With all, but alone on the quiet

Immersed and emerging anew,

I gaze at the woods so dense,

Where through the crevice seep the rays,

And glitter the morning dew.

Far across the paradise I see,

A thick green fence so breath taking.

Which no artist by wood or brush,

Can create a virgin crush.

The rustling dry leaves underneath,

And chirping birds in the bough,

The rushing waters so soft yet strong,

Create a ripple in the hearts above.

I wander and wonder the wonders,

And wonder the beauty abound,

Yet so scanty for the vision,

That craves and yearns for more.

Of the beauty so astounding yet serene,

Tempting to the hilt, yet so clean.

I felt so lost in the woods yet found,

That upon return to city I frowned,

That upon return to city I frowned.