Goldfinch60

Flowers and Souls.

Walking through the woods,

At one with the Glory of Nature.

The trees standing so proud,

Their leaves rustling in the breeze.

The sounds of nature playing,

In symphonic harmony,

To my mind and heart.

I see the flowers and realise

That every flower is a soul,

A soul blossoming in nature.

Those souls will be with me,

Be with me forever.