Komarovsky wood

You asked no fee for tasty food.
My soft, my lovely Komarovsky wood...
You were gentle and didn’t carp about my verse
Like obsessive critics that cruelly converse.

You let me wash my hands and face
In streams without bills at any place.
You spared my heart and supported me a lot
Like a peaceful sea keeps a boat afloat.

Your dirt is clean, your needles are soft,
Compared to muck of humans that lie so oft.
You’re safe at night, even in pitchy hue,
The nightly wood is to every problem clue.

You didn’t spit on my heart, so open,
When I was depressed and almost broken.
You didn't burn my throat with red chili pepper
For tender words and my gentle temper.

You are such a green and bushy wood,
Like a curly dog, big and in a merry mood!
I am not a toy for you at all,
You presented me with everlasting love.

You never made any single demand.
I was always allowed into your wooden land.
Without preamble you laid me on your chest,
Stroked my head like a child, and gave me a rest.

I could lie on your bed, so mossy and fine,
You gave me a cocktail of spruce and pine.
We lived in peace, with no spirit of defiance,
And didn’t disturb the trembling kingdom of silence.

How I loved you, my welcoming home...
A quiet mutual love, under heavenly dome.
You gave me warmth, for which I didn’t pray,
My Komarovsky wood, you loved me anyway.

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Оригинал: Наталья Грэйс, "Комаровский лес", 2022