Wanderer

A wanderer ‘neath these ancient trees, I trace the paths where shadows play; The gentle whispers of the breeze, Guide my heart along the way.

With every step, the earth awakes, And life, in myriad forms, reprieves; In nature’s arms, my spirit shakes, A dance that sways among the leaves.

Though time may steal and distance grow, In nature’s folds, my spirit thrives; For here, beneath the sun’s soft glow, I find the pulse of all our lives.

• Thomas Woolner