I walk the woods, Among the tall pines, Their needles whisper secrets, To the ground. Each step, Underfoot, The crunch of bark, Feeling the pulse Of the earth Beneath, A nature’s song, Low, powerful.
- Sylvia Plath
I walk the woods, Among the tall pines, Their needles whisper secrets, To the ground. Each step, Underfoot, The crunch of bark, Feeling the pulse Of the earth Beneath, A nature’s song, Low, powerful.