Distant Thoughts

Deep in the woods, so dimly lit Where trees rise high to meet the light In silken dress of white she sits As her thoughts take wing on distant flight She seeks nature's muse in quietude While perusing the book on her lap And during a thoughtful interlude A higher understanding she then taps Then a memory of her childhood days Drifts into her mind Where she'd chase orange butterflies And pick wildflowers that she'd find And through the trees, where sighs the breeze And leaves flutter as they fall The raven haired lass beneath the trees By nature's splendor is enthralled