Spring in the Dense Forest

Maybe, inside me is a dense forest

It has its season

Sometimes it assumes a completely independent and cold posture

It seems to have nothing to do with the outside world

One day, the birds that migrate from nowhere

Leaping deftly from one branch to another

with a slight elasticity

Each jump of the birds sent a tremor through the forest

As if countless delicate nerves

were instantly restored to their proper connection

The whole forest was no longer stiff and heavy

The damp and deep places also instantly sprinkled with fine shining sunlight

This once ice-covered, silent forest

In an instant, spring came to it

Every time those magical birds jumped

They chirp loudly and talk to each other

Not caring if any secrets are leaked