The Forest

Within the ancient wood I walk,
And hear the silence speak to me;
Among the trees where shadows stalk,
The whispers dance as wild and free.

Each branch and leaf hath stories told,
Of life that flourished in the sun;
In shaded paths where dreams unfold,
I find my heart again begun.

The squirrel leaps, the heartbeat stays,
As nature wraps me in her grace;
With every step, in soft malaise,
The forest holds me in its embrace.

• John Davies