The Forest

Beneath the arch of ancient trees, Where sunlight filters down, a golden hand, The mysteries of life bring gentle ease, As shadows dance upon the woodland stand.

Here age-old roots in tenderness entwine, In whispers, share the tales of time’s embrace, While woodland creatures roam, a life divine, In harmony, they find their sacred space.

And as I walk, my heart becomes a dove, Free in the lightness of this timeless place, In the silence, I discover life, and love, In nature’s arms, I breathe, I trace.

• AJM Smith