Forest Of Life

A trip to the life's forest, raindrops on leaves a sign of glee or are they tears?
When hopes are concealed by the fears of trees,
And dreams are conquered by the anger of life's unease,
Like in a ceaseless fight I behold their fears, yet melancholy I walk beneath trees,
Hopelessly seeking life in the darkness beneath breeze,
As a lost soul walks through the valley of death:
Not able to face its wild wind, no sign of peace
Yon is naught for my soul to defend.
I Behold the boughs tremble,
Is the fate of trees like mine or is it humble
Fighting to survive, simply seeking life,
will these trees dance, Am I dreaming!
I wish my heart could leap up in glee.
Suddenly, while I'm drowning in my unfading hopes,
O nightingale sings a strain.
So beautiful! ray of light passes among the leaves,
Hardly could be seen. methinks, I'm not left alone,
O amazingly! unexpected light's overwhelming the darkness of night,
The humble lay of the hopping birds above trees is touching my heart,
Doves flying above trees bearing my joyful hopes,
Chanting their song of life again,
I behold! The boughs are hugging, what a splendorous life!
Glee is my eternal borderline, wrapped around its spirit.
Not Feeling anymore on my feet