The quiet wood

As I walk slowly through the quiet wood
I feel the need to kneel and say a prayer.
The sacredness of trees is  understood
For symbol and its meaning  coalesce   here

 The canopy on high is bathed in sun
and birdsong is so lovely to  my ears.
The noise of city traffic I now shun
And natural meditation calms my fears.

 The trees were bare and elegant last week
Today the leaves have opened sweet and green
I hope no thunderstorm will wreak
Its havoc on the new world  I have seen.



For nothing on this earth will last for long
So  commemorate  each Spring  with a new song