A Walk Through a Misty Forest

Come walk with me through God's country Leaves crackling beneath our feet Nary a breeze Just a soft touch of dew against our cheeks Many trails for us to choose Still....no matter which one we do I'm sure any should lead to beauty Now traveling down our chosen path Realizing this is a different world From whence we came Free of city sounds So quiet....except for nature's songs A chattering squirrel scampering up a tree The eagle Her wings lifting her from lofty redwood perch Free to soar above this glorious canopy of life Then as we round a bend in our journey A babbling brook so sweetly clear Quenches a mother deer Her baby fawn by her side What lovely peaceful creatures Oh what lessons we could learn from them Looking skyward to the tops of these majestic trees So lucky we are To stand among them These living breathing towers Many over 2,000 years in growth Magnificent monuments to nature Already saplings before Jesus Christ's birth He came here then to save us all Would it not make sense to save these great trees These living reminders of the gift of our creation Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn