Woodlands So Dear

As I walk through the trees, and look all around. I listen for noises, and hear not a sound. Not the sound of a siren, a car, or a train. Not the sound of the city, crying in pain. But the peacefulness that I do hear. Is the sounds of the Woodlands, the Woodlands So Dear. The sounds of the birds, when I am awake. The smell of the trees, the sight of the lake. The sun when it shines, right down through the trees. The smell of the flowers, the sight of the bees. The days are so peaceful with quite little sounds. That I sit there and listen, to my heart as it pounds. The night is so still, the smell in the air. Of the fireplace burring, as I'm sitting there. The stars they all twinkle right down through the trees. As I'm closing my eyes, and resting with ease. The peacefulness will always be here . In The Woodlands I love, The Woodlands so dear!