Come, stroll with me into the woodland's honored home,
To see the wondrous excellence the Earth has presented;
We'll lounge in the dreamlike magnificence that encompasses us,
What's more, tune in to nature forming the woodland's fabulous creation,
As hints of murmuring trees and burbling streams,
Send our psyches meandering into a writer's flawless dreams.
We'll walk where daylight sets the backwoods' leaves aglow,
Weaving open ways to dapple brilliant light on all beneath;
Where trees conceal us from summer heat and cruel beams,
Liberating our brains so we can see Mother Nature's ways,
Of making sustaining safe-havens forever abiding there,
To shield its delicate wards from storms too difficult to even consider bearing.
Come sit underneath the gleaming ashes of a fall tree,
Whose rich tints are a characteristic marvel many come to see,
While beautiful leaves skim down in a spinning course,
Like ashes loosening up from their flaring source.
Sparkling for a second as though tumbling to their closure destiny,
Rather, sustaining Earth for resurrection into another state.
The wintering timberland is by all accounts a despite everything, ruined spot.
However, under the day off pre-winter leaves of a tree's base,
Beats the promising beat of new life that calmly pauses
For spring's glow and downpour to open wide nature's doors;
Meander with me under the trees remaining steadfast over everything,
To watch them unobtrusively rest until nature's coaxing call.
Let us walk around spring's backwoods where we will procure
The delight of Earth arousing its youngsters from rest,
Also, hear life's chorale and watch its posterity develop,
As waking trees restore their shade over all underneath;
Come share with me the woodland's soul at resurrection,
So we also are reawakened inside this sanctuary of Earth.
Once in a while let us answer the timberland's call,
To come see life's magnificence and the wonder, all things considered,
In the event that we tune in with our souls as we stroll among trees,
We may comprehend the message carried on a breeze,
For us to mix with the woods' soul so it will flabbergast
Us into strolling under its exquisite trees for only some time. Forest's Blessed Abode
Come, stroll with me into the woodland's honored home,
To see the wondrous excellence the Earth has presented;
We'll lounge in the dreamlike magnificence that encompasses us,
What's more, tune in to nature forming the woodland's fabulous creation,
As hints of murmuring trees and burbling streams,
Send our psyches meandering into a writer's flawless dreams.
We'll walk where daylight sets the backwoods' leaves aglow,
Weaving open ways to dapple brilliant light on all beneath;
Where trees conceal us from summer heat and cruel beams,
Liberating our brains so we can see Mother Nature's ways,
Of making sustaining safe-havens forever abiding there,
To shield its delicate wards from storms too difficult to even consider bearing.
Come sit underneath the gleaming ashes of a fall tree,
Whose rich tints are a characteristic marvel many come to see,
While beautiful leaves skim down in a spinning course,
Like ashes loosening up from their flaring source.
Sparkling for a second as though tumbling to their closure destiny,
Rather, sustaining Earth for resurrection into another state.
The wintering timberland is by all accounts a despite everything, ruined spot.
However, under the day off pre-winter leaves of a tree's base,
Beats the promising beat of new life that calmly pauses
For spring's glow and downpour to open wide nature's doors;
Meander with me under the trees remaining steadfast over everything,
To watch them unobtrusively rest until nature's coaxing call.
Let us walk around spring's backwoods where we will procure
The delight of Earth arousing its youngsters from rest,
Also, hear life's chorale and watch its posterity develop,
As waking trees restore their shade over all underneath;
Come share with me the woodland's soul at resurrection,
So we also are reawakened inside this sanctuary of Earth.
Once in a while let us answer the timberland's call,
To come see life's magnificence and the wonder, all things considered,
In the event that we tune in with our souls as we stroll among trees,
We may comprehend the message carried on a breeze,
For us to mix with the woods' soul so it will flabbergast
Us into strolling under its exquisite trees for only some time.