Woodland heart beat in-beds me down,
trees moving with my buns upon the back,
Woodland heart beat tick in my ear,
trees telling no secrets that are their,
Woodland tails of their eyes looking upon me,
trees singing the mating call of the nature's beast,
Woodland dance of the naked people moving around,
trees looking at me breast upon it's bark,
Woodland twist of vines wrapped around my hands,
trees holding my frail body in place,
Woodland smell upon my sweat,
trees so sweet and pure
