ECHOES IN THE WOODS

Beside the brook where silver ripples play,
The whispers of the trees call sweetly low;
Their leaves like laughter, twinkle in the day,
While shadows linger soft, where night does go.
Each step you take, the forest seems to know,
And every echo carries forth a sigh,
Nature’s secrets, in the heart of trees, let flow,
As if the woods in silent bliss reply.

• Walter Deverell