In the midst of the chaos,
there lies a quiet wood,
a little patch of Earth
where the heart can listen
for the pulse of life.
The leaves whisper secrets
of seasons long gone,
while the sunlight dances,
cross the branches above,
painting a tapestry of gold
that tells the story of
a day that belongs to
the wild.
Here, the moments linger,
a symphony of birdsong
in the breeze,
reminding the weary traveler
of the beauty
in the simplicity of being.

• Lanford Wilson