The Woodlands

Where the cedar and the oak inspire,
The woodlands weave a warm attire;
With softest moss and leafy beds,
They cradle life where silence treads.

Here, in the shade of hoary trees,
The whispers kiss the wandering breeze;
And nature’s heart beats strong and true,
In every branch, in every dew.

Through tangled paths where shadows fall,
I wander lost in nature’s call;
With every step, a tale’s revealed,
In sacred woods, my heart is healed.

• Hartley Coleridge