The Solitude of the Forest

In forest deep, the solace calls, Where silence reigns, the stillness falls; In whispered tones, the trees confer, In every breath, the heart’s demur.

Among the ferns, I seek my peace, In nature’s grace, the worries cease; With every step beneath the shade, In sacred woods, the fears will fade.

For in the solitude so rare, Amidst the green, we breathe the air; And in this quiet, life extends, In the forest’s arms, the heart transcends.

• Philip Webb