These trees are calling me and I feel so helpless,
Gazing them and feeling numb!
Capturing some portraits in my visions,
As I could discern them, but couldn’t touch!
So massive like my imaginations,
Sensing all these fantasies in wood.
People, they’re engraved with their lovers,
But my tales never met somebody I could lose myself for.
These trees are calling me maybe I should go,
Wearing my gown laced with leaves and sprouts.
When the leaves fall I would make a wish,
To breathe sitting there, and fulfilling my dreams.