In the woods where the wild things are,
I find solace in the whispering trees,
Each leaf a page from a sacred book,
Written by the hand of tranquility.
The river hums a timeless song,
Its melody woven with the threads of life,
Mary Oliver’s words are the notes,
Guiding the heart to nature’s embrace.
Beneath the canopy of ancient giants,
Shadows dance in a silent ballet,
Every step a pilgrimage to peace,
Every breath a prayer of gratitude.
As the sun dips behind the hills,
The world is painted in hues of gold,
In this realm, I am whole and free,
Lost in the beauty of nature’s fold.