Among the Pines

Among the pines, where shadows play, And the air is filled with the scent of resin, I find a place to rest and stay, Where nature’s calm feels like a presence.

The trees stand tall, like sentinels brave, Guarding the secrets of the forest deep, Each rustle of leaves, a whisper, a wave, In the arms of the woods, my soul can leap.

With every breath, I’m filled with peace, As I listen to the stories told, Among the pines, my troubles cease, In their lofty embrace, I am consoled.

• John Burroughs