The Wood's

The woods, oh how they call to me

With their whispered secrets and rustling leaves

A place of peace and tranquility

Where nature's beauty never leaves

The trees stand tall and proud

Their branches reaching up to the sky

Their leaves shimmering in the sun

As the wind gently passes by

The birds sing sweet melodies

Their voices carrying through the air

Their wings fluttering in the breeze

As they dance without a care

The rustling of the leaves beneath my feet

As I wander through the peaceful wood

The scent of pine and earth so sweet

Filling me with a sense of good

The woods, a place of wonder

A sanctuary for the soul

A place to breathe and ponder

And let nature take control

So let us embrace the woods

And all their beauty and grace

For in this magical place we find

A sense of peace and a smiling face.