All landscapes look like a woman.
The wood has faces and faces in it;
the faces make you behave, try not to steal
remember to wash your hands.
And the woman is reclining,
waiting in the snow for you
or the warm desert sands will blow away
and she’ll be there
waiting, she’s not impatient
but don’t for a minute think she’s not there.
Or that the faces aren’t watching.
See that one? Looking right at you.