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.
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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.
Thanks Orchi.
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.
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.
Thank you Michael. All nature is wonderful.
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.
Thank you Brian.
Great write. Living on a farm I take many walks in the woods a lot
Thank you Tony, your life must be blessed with nature all the time.
Welcome
Cooeeee G/F, you home now? Or still in that wood?! heehee.
Yes I am at home, out this morning though.
A lovely read and so pleased you have a wood to walk in - such a magical place is found among trees.
So true Fay. Thank you for your comment.
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