Ancient Wisdom Of The Forest

Far away where the woods are dark
There I sit by the tree of wisdom
Never to be closer to its essence
I now await its hidden knowledge

I cry for my soul is wounded
When you come you smile
And do not find it strange that I am alone
I am cherished by your beauty as I am waiting

You ask me what my wonders are
My instant response tells you;
I feel all alone
You say I cannot possibly mean so