Feel the cover with my hand,
Smooth, cold, odorless.
Feel the page with my hand,
Rough and smell of fibers.
Urgent message, touching story,
Each page reveals swiftly.
Seeing as though living,
When another image intervenes.
Buried in the pages, closed eyes,
Crackling of the old tree reverbs.
Day, night, day, night,
Damp forest you can hear.
Day, night, day, night,
From the smallest seedling.
Doe strains her ears,
Wolf sees its opportunity.
Day, night, day, night,
First direct sunlight getting.
Bear looking for honey,
Sparrow building nest.
Day, night, day, night,
Huge crack opens through.
Sparrow laying last egg,
Falling branches, roots drying.
Old forest covered in lichen,
Cracking wood echoes.
Amber fragrance still lingers,
I see the story again.