The Vision

I gaze upon a forest deep, Where ancient spirits softly weep, Each tree a story, every stone, A testament to the unknown.

The emerald leaves in sunlight glow, Wisdom hidden deep below, Nature’s beauty moves the heart, In every corner, there’s a part.

And in simplicity I find, Nature’s voice, a song so kind, Drawing forth each yearning soul, To become again, a part, a whole.

• John Muir