Never
meet me in the city,
in
the hot crowded busy reality.
Meet
me in the woods.
Bring
along your memory from childhood.
Never
meet me in the city.
The
black umbrella hides my smile,
or
my tears.
Judge
me from my black jeans,
while
they never tell.
Never
meet me in the city,
where
rush is,
like
the first raindrop of the thunderstorm,
I
fall behind, far behind the norm.
Meet
me in the woods then,
where
I will put on my pink skirt,
and
prepare the most cheerful song.
Shout
the lyrics to the blue blue sky,
and
even skylarks will sing along.
Meet
me in the woods then,
I
will bring my old clock,
that
will swing as slowly as it wants.
I
will also pack my magnifier,
to
start every magnificent campfire.
Never
meet me in the city.
My
heart fills with the noisy silence.
This
is not my essence.
Meet
me in the woods,
in
the sweet autumn woods.
