Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced

No, it`s enough I`ve stood!
It`s time, high time to take flight
Into my northern wood,
Back to its green delight!
Simply to breath ---
To feast my sight!


I`ll rise with the dawn`s first glow
And out in the chill I`ll go.
While here, there is nothing, no!
No spring,
No burrow,
No lair,
Not a trace of anything live,
Anywhere!


People changed in their hearts,
Changed all the greenery ...
But those are my native parts.
My dream, so precious to me,
My home, my sanctuary!