I walk through the wooded glade,
The beauty and wonder of nature
Showing me its glory.
A thrush walks across my path,
We stare at each other.
A smile comes to my face
As we just stay still,
Looking into each other’s eyes.
It trots off, unhurried,
It looks back as if to say goodbye.
I walk on and see the sparkle of the sun
Dropping through the trees
And touching me with its light.
I become one with nature
As I intermingle with it.
There are only good thoughts
Within my mind,
Telling me that being at one with nature
Is there for me,
And I know that in the future
We will be at one together.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: July 16th, 2021 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Walking through a wood.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments11
So nice to feel at one with nature ... that sense of comfort .
Lovely poem 🙂
Thank you yellowrose, I am always at home with nature.
Andy
Nice little journey shared with us GF
Glad you enjoyed the walk SC.
Andy
I'm at one too ... and feeling three .. jokes aside, I much enjoyed the trip outside sir ...
Thank you Neville, it is great to be outside.
Andy
I hope Nature lasts for you....
(Dept of Wet Blanket).
So do I Dave.
Andy
I think of woodland as the cathederals of our spirituality. There is such a presence among the trees.
I am with you in the feeling of one-ness with nature expressed in your post today.
Very true d a, that spirituality always seems to be there.
Andy
Reminds me of "Tuesday Afternoon" by The Moody Blues. Excellent write Andy. ; )
Amen!
what a therapeutic read
thank you Andy,
(hope you have a great weekend)
So kind Mek, I wish the same to you.
Andy
It brings back memories of the African Safari Thank you for sharing
Thank you tk much appreciated.
Andy
Vegetation is the harbinger of nature and in their presence we experience oneness with existence itself, as you have in this poem
Very true Suresh, we enjoy that oneness.
Andy
i share your sentiments. i was looking at a weed much vilified by gardeners - it smothered a hedgerow with its pure white flowers lighting up the track - the humble Greater Bindweed - yet not so humble. Sorry I've gone a tad off piste but I was so taken with the beauty of it.
I agree with you Michael, after all a weed is any flower in the wrong position.
Andy
Every time I look up the blue sky, I feel like I am flying. It is such a wonderful feeling to be one with nature.
It is a wonderful feeling mandm.
Andy
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