The Sunlit Glade

In the glade where sunshine falls, And shadows intertwine and play, I hear the distant woodland calls, And time itself doth gently sway.

The butterflies, they dance so light, In colors vivid, bright, and fair; While every note of bird in flight, Is woven deeper in my hair.

This moment holds the world alive, Where beauty reigns and spirits soar; In nature’s arms my heart shall thrive, And in her presence, I want no more.

• Thomas Woolner