Walking Into The Wood.

Goldfinch60

Taking careful steps,

Watching as I should,

And careful not to slip,

I stepped into a world

Where troubles disappeared.

The trees around me

Protecting me from the evil

That pervades our own world.

The rustling leaves the backdrop

For the symphony

That only nature can write,

The birds above singing away,

A chorus of beauty

Embellishing the music with their song,

And then above it all

The wonderful sound of a blackbird,

Accompanied by a robin,

Their delightful duet

Showing the wonder that this world can have.

 

I walk into a clearing

And there before me is a lake,

Its mirrored surface reflecting the clouds,

The white clouds flowing above me,

Bringing peace to my soul.

 

The animals around me just look,

No aggression in their eyes

As they lap the water,

The water that brings life,

Life and hope into the world.

They accept me for what I am,

Another member of the natural world,

A world that is alive with wonder.

 

I start to walk to the edge of the wood,

Back into my life,

My real life where war, drought and famine

Bring horror to us all.

I stop,

I stop and look back.

I turn,

I turn and go back into the wood.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2017 01:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: I enjoy walking through woods with nature but I always come out of the wood, what if.......?
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    The world is enough - enough bad things happening - to make us want to go back into the wood. Know what you mean. Wwe've a wood / nature reserve fairly locally. I often miss the exit I want - not on purpose! I get lost.
    I might stand on a bridge over a river a while, or stop along the river, to see a duck and her chicks, etc.

  • orchidee

    There's another thing - nature, animals, etc. It makes it even more monstrous when we think of cruelty to animals. There's loads of good too though - animal charities, etc.

  • Michael Edwards

    No woodland as such near me but surrounded in countryside where we can get lost. On a walk through meadows and by a stream yesterday we saw a multitude of different wild flowers now showing their colours - magical. I fully empathise with this poem which sums it all up so eloquently.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Michael. All nature is wonderful.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      GOOD MORNING ANDY ~ The place where I worship is in the heart of Nature ~ Touched by the hand of the LORD ~ The trees of the forest are like pipes of an organ ~ And the wind plays a Hallelujah chord ! I live very close to a Wood with a Lake and I walk there every day ~ either before or after work ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN. Please check my poem and Fruit Fusion ~ Thanks B.

    • Tony36

      Great write. Living on a farm I take many walks in the woods a lot

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Tony, your life must be blessed with nature all the time.

        • Tony36

          Welcome

        • orchidee

          Cooeeee G/F, you home now? Or still in that wood?! heehee.

          • Goldfinch60

            Yes I am at home, out this morning though.

          • Fay Slimm.

            A lovely read and so pleased you have a wood to walk in - such a magical place is found among trees.

            • Goldfinch60

              So true Fay. Thank you for your comment.



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