Forest Green
Oh what beauty is seen as we walk among the forest green. Every step I take, matters not which path I walk. From the mighty oak tree does stand as the guardian of the forest. Regal almost as if a king; that stands above his court. The weeping willow to her beauty apparent, tell all who come to see her to take their rest in the shade provided. And bids you to listen to the songs from the winds as they pass. From the towering red woods, that reach the sky. Can you not see the beauty set before thee in this which be the forest green. Oh cry out what sadness, that even one should miss that which is provided by the Masters’ hand.
©2009 Words the Windows to the Soul
Beautiful Mark
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Sue
I feel most at home in the forest, especially when I find a place to sit still and blend into the rhythm until the birds and other critters accept me as no threat. Man, what peace is there!
ReplyDeleteSee how good it makes you feel when you go for walks in the forest. You have such a beautiful way of discribing what you see and feel. Hugs Carrie
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