The Silence of the Forest.
By Eunice E Powe
The silence of the forest, the echo of the trees
The whispers as the wind blows, just as you please!
I swirl around and around and look to the sky
Through the tall branches, I see the clouds float by.
Can I be dreaming or am I just in a spin
The peace that is before me, a chill upon my skin.
As I walk, the leaves rustle beneath my feet
Sending little notes of joy, a melody to beat.
I can only stop and stare and keep the memory mine
The forest has it’s mystery and I must keep in line.
I will sit beneath the tree and listen to the sound
So many different messages are scattered all around.
The whistle of the wind rushing pass my face
Looking for the exit, so it can leave this place.
The branches sway and the leaves begin to fall
I can hear the birds now, sending me their call.
I must now follow and leave the forest too
Day is nearly ended, the dark will spoil my view.
Tomorrow I can come again, enjoy the peace I seek
The silence of the forest, are whispers I can keep.