the forest whispers kind to all visitors,
tread softly over fallen leaves and yielding ground,
the squelch and pad beneath your feet create it,
and let it live beyond your gentle sound

you are a child forever in its eyes,
so widen yours and look around it’s lands,
it’ll nurture you for free and won’t berate ye,
for you’re a part of it like mated hands

in crook and nook small treasures lie,
small critters, razor strop, and fungal bane,
they serve to serve enquiring souls who asketh,
they nourish and align to wake you sane

breathe deep and take the air from nature’s gift,
and mind your mind whose branches echo this,
relax and see the life beyond the land,
as time itself takes rest beneath those bows