Morning in the Woods

Awake to the sun, bright and golden, As it stretches its light over dappled land, The world is alive, a promise unbroken, With beauty and wonder close at hand.

Birds greet the day with a jubilant song, As I walk the path, where whispers of leaves, Tell tales of the night, where dreams belong, In nature’s embrace, my spirit receives.

So let me wander in the morning light, And soak in the splendor of all I behold, For in this moment, everything feels right, In the heart of the woods, life is told.

• John Burroughs