A Little Bit

When you wander through the forest,
Outside on open bushy yards
Saunter like a wanderer,
In the last phase of dusk,
Merely with rustles of leaves
Spreading across the pathways
Somewhere inside you
Brings something,
If a length of umbrage
Moving over the mirage frolicking
Night devoured by the ebb of light
Brings you something,
With disentangled winds flattering
like the Spring aspen leaves
Your heart feels something,
For instance, a stranger,
Or some mouth-opened
covetous creatures, some demons,
ghosts or something similar approaching,
you are scared to death;
The brain begets extra-terrestrial creature.
Is this the spite of Nature,
Or some feelings touching human psyche?
Ah! Humans set in motion
by socio-cultural phenomena.
Life is felt but a chemistry of cerebrum;
Cerebrum is felt
a new-born of ignorance;
Ignorance is felt
a begetter of human;
Human is felt
A child of unknown pro-creator.
Welkin Siskin