A Walk in the Woods
In the hollows of the woods,
I find my soul echoing, Among the winding vines,
The presence of the ground
Beneath my feet,
The whispers of leaves
Speak of silent truths.
A bird sings far above,
Chiming in the cool breeze—
Such freedom here,
As I drift beneath branches,
Past trunks ancient and wise,
The wild places open my mind,
They set my spirit free.
- Robert Bly