As wind that is blowing the morning mist
The trees and bushes I hugged and kissed
Carefree I swayed in the lights and shadows
And happily rustled through the woods and meadows
Then, out of the woods, a man came out
Waving a stick, he shouted loud
You are not welcomed here, turn around!
'No trespassing' sign did he mount
I did not argue, let him have it his way
The property law I will obey…
Without the air to breathe in his mansion
The man had died from asphyxiation
As water flowing free the way I like
A river cutting through the hills and mountains alike
A bubbling brook that sings its way about
And goes left and right on its selected route
Then, out of the woods, a man came out
Waving a stick, he shouted loud
You are not welcomed here, turn around!
'No trespassing' sign did he mount
I did not argue, let him have it his way
The property law I will obey…
Without the water he was cursed
The man had died from unquenchable thirst
As blind that feels his way around
I walked through grassy hills astound
By beauty of the Nature, smells and sounds
Leaves rustling, water bubbling all around
Then, out of the woods, a man came out
Waving a stick, he shouted loud
You are not welcomed here, turn around!
'No trespassing' sign did he mount
I did not argue, let him have it his way
The property law I will obey…
The place had made itself seclude
The man had died from solitude
(02-21-09, backwoods of Lovettsville, VA)
