[24/52] Take me back to the forests

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, 

of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;

 Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,

 with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.

 I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be 

when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.

 For still there are so many things that I have never seen:

 in every wood in every spring there is a different green.

 I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,

 and people who will see a world that I shall never know.

 But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,

 I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.