The woods are calm, the air is still,
With silence all around;
Each leaf that quakes, on every hill,
Finds peace in whispered sound.

A distant call from mockingbird
Doth fill the air with cheer;
While shadows blend with twilight heard,
To seal the night so near.

What gentle calm comes over me,
In Nature’s tranquil breath;
While all her joys set my soul free,
To capture life in depth.

Oh sweet the blooms that capture flame,
With colors rapt in view;
May I return, in nature’s name,
Forever true to you.

— Jones Very

• Jones Very