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Outdoor Nature Poem is about My Church in the Woods
My Church of the Woods
Walking into a Forest Alone
Footsteps Softened by Nature's Carpet
Moss Cushioning the Earth
Towering Cathedral of Trees
Where Twigs Snap
And Leaves Rustle
Beetles and Berries
And Violets Surprise
Ferns and Fungi
Sweet Earthy Smells Permeating the Air
Where Squirrels are Chattering
And Chipmunks are Scattering
Orchestrated by Frogs
Join Sweet Melodies of Birds
Occasionally Providing a Forested
Choir of Songs
Pleasant to the Ears
A Sudden Fluttering of Wings
As Avian Pilots Skim the Air
Shafts of Sunlight
Slicing through the Foliage
Illuminating their Colorful Vestments
Teaming with Life
Fireflies Flickering their Lights
Being Watched by Unseen Eyes
Mesmerized by Fantasies of Fairies
Dancing around Nighttime Bonfires
With Wood Nymphs
Alone and Yet...
One with the Universe
My Church of the Woods
There is just something about being out in nature and communing with it.
As a child I vividly remember walking in the woods next to my parent's home in the country. The air was clean and lightly scented with a lifetime of decaying leaves which helped to soften the ground upon which we would saunter.
It was the perfect breeding ground for various types of mushrooms, ferns and other plants that could thrive in shaded areas.
The beautiful shafts of sunlight which peeked through at various times of day made it a magical place to spend precious time. The glints of sunshine would temporarily illuminate a flower or patch of moss making it seem for that special moment something of extraordinary allure.
Breezes would rustle the leaves of the trees in the summertime. During the fall season the changing colors of those tree leaves were transformed into transient beauty almost too beautiful to describe!
During winter months the naked branches of those same trees were blanketed with snow and ice. It was an entirely different look but equally gorgeous in a contrasting way.
A wooded setting is subject matter for an ever changing palette of colors. The quietude of a wooded setting seems a perfect place to slow down and reflect upon life. Many types of trees are longer lived than the human days we are allotted in this life.
Just as our lives are never quite the same from day to day or season to season, transformations are continually taking place in a woods. Some of them are slow and minuscule while others may be sudden and catastrophic such as in the case of a devastating forest fire. Yet even then...life springs from death.
Remembering the magnificence of my childhood woods or the impressiveness of woodlands and forested areas since visited by me...it will always be a special place and one in which I am singularly drawn towards thinking about our Creator.
Do you feel closer to your Creator in a man-made setting or out in nature?
© 2009 Peggy Woods