In a remote seaport village
treacherous terrain plunges
Waving through crooked canyons,
climbing sheer mountains
Through windswept plains
dancing on delicate ice on the top of frozen ground.
Through thick forests passing hundereds of streams and rivers.
I an Artist , A sage, with a poet soul
the sweet rustling leaves whisper
the truth and beauty of the forest’s soul
High and above permafrozen terrain
Beneath spongy and rocky ground…
~wings of happiness~ floats
the spirit of forest roams