In the forest

I wake up;with a dream. For in the gliding morning the sun glows bright; Slowly plunging towards the freshwater stream. A bird or two, crossing the sky; As I walk through the hilly dyke. I see the green ogres, standing upon the ground; And the vast forest that seems to have no bound. I walk through the path, without a murmur; As I vowed to be learner of this great land. Finally I reach the top; But I am scared that I might flop. But look at the beautiful sight; No people in spite of me; The golden sun, made out of brass, Shining on the green green grass. Far-away lands I can see. The vast forest covers the plain, Caressed by waters of the main river. But now I think I have to go back; But I will miss the land I have never trampled on.