The Forest

In emerald shade, the forest dwells, A sanctuary of the meek, Where silence speaks, where nature swells, In every bough, the whispers seek.

The ancient trees, with arms outspread, In majesty, they stand and sway; Their roots like fingers, dreams widespread, In mossy beds where softens play.

So take a step, embrace the green, Let nature’s heartbeat echo true; In every breath, life’s pulse is seen, A bond of earth, forever new.

• Helen M B M Maud