The Peace of the Wood

The peace of the wood is deep and still, With shadows long and white; While the heart of the flowers always will Find purpose in the night.

For here I find the pathways clear, Each step a soulful breath; The world outside may shiver in fear, But trees will conquer death.

In every rustling bough above, Is wisdom old and true; And in each petal’s gentle love, I find a world anew.

• Lizette Woodworth Reese