Forest Harmony

When the world crowds in

and the noise and turmoil,

begin to tire me,

then I seek shelter in the forest,

where the dark green pines,

greet me.

Their branches waving,

in the gentle breeze -

that blows through the trees.

Where others like me,

have come to seek shelter.

Where my feet can walk,

on a carpet of pine and leaves

and there is a hush all about,

no sound at all,

but for the chirp -

of a bird high up above me.

Where I can laugh along,

with a babbling brook,

that makes it’s way,

through the forest stillness.

Where my soul can mend

and find harmony.

I know in the early mornings,

I’ll be greeted,

by the caps of mushrooms,

that have sprung forth,

in the magical silvery moonlight,

of the night before.

As the sun’s rays,

streaming in through the pines,

warm the moss,

that covers the forest floor,

there will be sweet and juicy,

wild strawberries.

I’ll store away to treasure,

the songs of the wind and the birds

and the magical sounds

from the flutes -

the wood nymphs play.

I’ll delight in the designs,

of silvery spider webs,

still wet from morning dew.

Colorful shimmering drops,

that glow in the rays of the sun,

while dark shadows play about

and the smell of pine is intoxicating.

There I’ll sit upon a log,

like a queen upon her throne

and like Alice in her wonderland,

wait for the white rabbit,

to go dashing by.

I feel as one with the bees on the buzz,

wild violets at my feet,

humming along with the whistling wind,

happy to be part -

of this forest harmony.