In the Woods

Into the woods, I venture anew,
Where the air is fresh and alive,
Among the whispers, in nature’s view,
Where the heart and the mind can thrive.

A symphony stirs as the branches sway,
In concert with rustling leaves;
Where I seek solace at the end of the day,
In all that the Earth believes.

So here, in the woods, I reach for grace,
Knowing each step is sacred ground;
In the depths of the trees, I find my place,
In the magic of nature, blessed and unbound.

— John Muir

• John Muir