The woods at first seem silent,
but listen:
The trees whisper and chatter
with the prodding of the wind,
and birds in the distance - and then closer - sing,
each with its own thread of song;
a branch creaks, an acorn falls,
the brook down the hill trills a percussive tune.
With eyes closed, observe
the symphony of the woods.
I felt like I'm in the forest right now. It's my place in the world.
ReplyDeleteI love how words can transport us. Thanks for commenting, Morrigan!
DeleteLove this! Feels like summer and peace.
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