The Woods

When shadows play in the quiet woods, With secrets hidden in gentle floods, Where every whisper of a breeze, Brings forth the song of the earth at ease.

The towering trees hold timeless grace, As tender blooms embrace their space; A choir of life, both meek and wild, In nature’s womb, like a waiting child.

So wander forth, through sylvan trails, With every heartbeat, the spirit exhales; In this refuge, let spirits wake, For every heartbeat, the woods shall take.

• James Elroy Flecker