Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Into the Woods
Into the woods I went today,
To refresh my mind and get away.
Thru the trees I walked alone,
On the breeze I could smell the loam.
A rich forest scent of leaves decayed,
Giving life to wildflowers that bloom in May.
I stopped to feel the old growth giant,
A large white pine with years of defiance.
The stream’s tumbling sang to my ears,
Her slow, deep pool beckoned me near.
I gazed at the brook’s near glass-like perfection,
And was absorbed in the mesmerizing reflections.
I into the woods I went today,
And I returned with my troubles washed away.