When I was young
I loved to take off
Strolling through the woods;
Especially in autumn when
The leaves began to turn.
To watch the rabbits scamper
As they forage through the brush,
While squirrels stockpile food before
The weather gets too stern.
The tall trees tower over me
A hundred feet or more.
The babbling brook sings out its' cheerful song.
The life that fills the forest
Overwhelms the mortal mind.
It touches deep the soul
And lets you know that you belong.
No comments:
Post a Comment