Amidst the woods, where shadows dance,
And whispers of the leaves enhance,
The silence of the forest’s song,
A place where souls quietly belong.

The path unwinds with nature’s grace,
As sunlight filters through the lace,
Of branches high and roots below,
In Frost’s embrace, the spirit flows.

The seasons shift, a gentle glide,
In harmony, the earth’s great tide,
With every step, the heart connects,
To nature’s pulse, it genuflects.

In tranquil woods, where dreams reside,
A poet’s voice, in leaves confide,
The essence of a life so pure,
In Robert Frost’s nature, we endure.