“Through the Forest” by Leopold Bertholet

Tonight is my nocturnal walk;

Of valleys dark and quiet I speak.

As I sing I follow paths

That lead to daunting mountain peaks.

 

As I tread on muddy trails

My ship through windy verses sails;

Of the stars in the sky

I rhyme and with my words I fly.

 

As soon as all the day is gone,

I fear the approaching dawn.

And yet in the celestial light

I dance and twirl in delight.

 

I come from lands lit by the day

But I have been led far astray.

In my shadowy rebirth

I whistle of a quiet mirth.

 

And so I hum my tiny tune

In the depths of night so black;

I smile at the crescent moon

And the crescent smiles back.

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