Refuge

In this sacred place of green,
I find my spirit resting,
The calmness of the leaves
Sings its softest song to me—
Each breeze, a caress,
As sunlight dances over the ground.

The silence here resounds,
Where I can breathe deeply,
The vibrant life around,
Reminds me of my roots,
The wildflowers bloom,
And I am home, at one with this earth.

• Robert Bly