Corner View "Wood"

I tried living in the desert for a year, but it was not for me. I need the Woods. I love sitting by a crackling fire in winter. I am so glad that where I live I am surrounded by the forest.

Out of the mid-woods twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!

Oscar Wilde