Looking through the trees, looking through the trees,
to a distant place that I have never been,
looking to the fields where I have never been,
looking through the trees,
and sat in the sunlight and looking at the grass so green,
looking through the trees at the birds in the sky,
looking at the leaves blowing in the trees,
looking for you, the elusive one,
the elusive deer that so often runs past,
but far too often and so often fleetingly,
so often fleetingly leaving me with awe, and only a sigh.
Yes, here I am looking through the trees,
looking through the trees in the breeze,
to the fields where you have often been,
looking through the trees where sometimes you are,
and quicker than most,
and to me you are like a mirage rarely seen,
and as I look through the trees,
looking through the trees to the fields,
oh, how I wish you were here with your incredible eyes,
those incredible eyes that haunt me,
but today,
today it is not to be,
and I am just, looking through the trees,
and you are only but a memory,
but a memory,
and you only linger in my mind,
and there only today can I admire your beauty,
yet now, thinking of you in the past,
how I wish I was so fast, as fast as you,
because I too,
would like to avoid humans more rapidly.
