Woods hold a secret
and whisper heartfelt whimsy
while I walk her path.
Trees line her walkway
while fallen needles cushion
steps that leave no trace.
As winds blow her leaves
light teases through canopy
creating shadows.
There’s something about
the smell of greens in nature
that beckons spirit.
It’s fresh yet musty
a paradox in action
the very nature of life.
It’s the woods alone
that breathe life into my soul
it’s my heart, my need.
Breathe deep, sit silent
as the secret whistles through
the sounds are revealed.
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