Wilderness of wood

I am wandering around in this woodland today.. weaving in and out of it’s branches as I frolick play.. and I shall follow my tracks so I won’t lose my way..amidst your Auntumnal russet golds of such a dazzling display

Entanglements entwining betwixt twisted knots..within your lifelong circles of ebony dots..your canopy is captivating shining shimmering sunspots.. lighting up the luster on your leafy lots

Oh tree trunk what a girth you have grew..as I put my arms around your circumference and embrace you.. I am at one with Mother nature.. but I sense you are blue..as your trickles of sappy treacles spit and spew.. 

There is magic and mystique in this wilderness of wood..if only I could bottle it up well I would if I could.. whilst I listen to whispers from your meloncholy mood..I pray you will pardon my presence..I appologise if I am rude...