Magic of the Woods

The dawn chorus of birds wakes me from my sleep,

Inspiring me for a walk into the woods deep,

I lace up my shoes, listening to their song,

Packing tea in a backpack, to sip on my way along.

I follow a misty trail, winding through the tall trees,

Admiring the dawn sky, as the cool breeze kisses my cheeks,

Fallen leaves rustle as I move,

Making my way through the forest's peaceful groove.

I meet a clear stream of water, washing over fish and stones,

Flowers blooming along its banks, dance to breezy tunes,

Dewdrops adorn them like shining jewelry pearls,

Shimmering in the sunshine like a candle that burns.

The forest comes alive with the fluttering of wings,

With colourful birds diving and swooping the sky in rings,

Buzzing cicadas, hopping squirrels and creepy crawly snails,

Add to the enchantment of this verdant trail.

I pause for a moment, to take it all in,

Feeling the warmth of mellow sunshine upon my skin.

Sipping my tea, watching the magic of the woods, I feel

As if I wandered through my mind, where new secrets reveal.

The woods have a magic, that beckons me each day,

Soaking in their freshness rejuvenates me on my way,

As I head back towards my home,

I carry their fragrance and the way back is never really alone!