Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it's queer
My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
A feeling of peace and solitude just came to me unexpectedly. There are too many things and work awaiting us and burden our life. In this fast-paced life, there are no time left for us to slow down or stop, not even a second for us to just look at the blue sky or sparkling stars on the night sky. I was wondering why life is so complicated and challenging...Stress and depressions keep making me feel that I am a loser until I have no more courage to move on. I just want to give up everything and enjoy the things that I interested in. Standing in a snow, feeling the easy wind and downy flakes, listening to the silence...
