In the quiet woods, The echoes fill the air, Light filtering through branches, As shadows dance with care, Each step is a farewell, To moments once held dear, But in the rustle of leaves, I find solace here.
- Louise Bogan
In the quiet woods, The echoes fill the air, Light filtering through branches, As shadows dance with care, Each step is a farewell, To moments once held dear, But in the rustle of leaves, I find solace here.