I walked into your forest
It glistened with drops of dew,
It spoke so gently, so still
A whisper of sounds so few.
Majestic is your forests depth
An abundance of life and strength
To feel the presence of your grandeur
That left me without breath.
The aroma of your forest
That coats my palates midst
The sweetness of your atmosphere
Sensual within your gist.
Your forest is another place
On this gracious earth called home
Where your beauty reigns its final hour
Where spirit is free to roam.
Your forest is so pure,
In stillness it will grow,
It cannot alter what is life
Because it does not know.
