A Walk In The Woods

Misty morning or fading dusk..

Warm noon or cold night...

You hold the breath of every day & every life in your deep woods of trees all bright....

You are home to a stream of rivers..

And a guiding light of path to a traveller...

You make the birds sing and the animals play, bound in your world of charm....

The butterflies hymn and the flowers wave, across the farm....

The Woods are a treasure of magical land.,

I walked and walked on the summer sand.,

Steepy, narrow, dark, yet answers to find.,

The trees waved goodbye, as I walked out of the woods..

And the mountains echoed for the answer was *that's a walk in the Woods •||