Nature You are Our Second Mother

                 

Come, walk with me into the blessed abode of the forest, to see the wondrous beauty that the Earth has bestowed; we'll bask in the surreal splendour that surrounds us, and listen to nature compose the forest's grand opus, as sounds of whispering trees and burbling streams send our minds wandering into a poet's lovely dreams.

We'll walk where the sun sets on the forest's leaves, weaving open paths to dapple golden light on all below; where trees shade us from the summer heat and harsh rays, freeing our minds so we can see Mother Nature's ways, of creating nurturing sanctuaries for life that dwells there, and shielding its tender wards from storms too hard to bear.

Come sit beneath the bright embers of an autumn tree, whose rich hues are a natural wonder people come to see, as colourful leaves spin down like embers breaking free from their flaming source. For a brief period, they appeared to be descending to their doom, but instead, they were nurturing Earth in preparation for its rebirth into a new state.

The wintering woodland appears to be a forlorn, quiet environment. Yet, beneath the snow and fall leaves of a tree's base, beats the promise pulse of new life, patiently waiting for spring's warmth and rain to open wide nature's gates; roam with me beneath the trees that stand strong over it all, to watch them slumber silently till nature's inviting call.

Let us answer the forest's call every now and then, to come see life's beauty and the miracle of it all; if we listen with our hearts as we walk among the trees, we may understand the message carried on the breeze, for us to blend with the forest's spirit so that it will beguile Us into walking under its lovely trees for just a while.