Amongst the trees where ancient silence reigns,
I wander free, entwined with Nature’s voice;
Each rustling leaf a story that it gains,
In harmony, my heart begins to rejoice.

The scent of moss, the crispness of the air,
Infuses life into each wistful thought;
In Nature’s glow, I find I am laid bare,
Rebirth and solace, soul—a lesson taught.

• Charlotte Smith