A Morning in the Woods
Awake with the dawn, all life anew, In the quiet woods where the wild things grew, The songbirds chirp a jubilant tune, As daylight breaks, they gently croon.
Among the trees, I walk the trail, Breathing the peace like a Holy Grail, In every leaf, in every breeze, I find my spirit’s gentle ease.
Amidst the rustle, in shades of green, I find tranquility, serene, unseen.
- Henry David Thoreau