The Forest Glade


Walking through the forest without knowing,
or caring where you are going;

A sudden clearing with the air filling,
with birds' gay and melodic singing;

The brisk, clean early spring air,
the flowers do their fragrance share;

The awakening of the sleeping earth,
to fill the world with spring's new birth;

The moss covered soft forest floor,
the water running more and more;

To feel the cold water on your skin,
could finding this place be a sin?

Where man and nature meet,
to wear sunlight as a sheet;

The sunlight streaming up ahead,
the moss providing the softest bed;

Nothing in this place is harmed,
the feeling of being charmed;

The perfect place nature made,
the beautiful, serene forest glade.

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