My Woodland Haven
The forest is my last retreat.
There breezes sing a quiet song.
As flowers scented air stays sweet,
My heart with music sings-along.
There, nature has a love affair.
Squirrels’ treetop tricks solicit smiles.
The beastly beings living there,
Array the day with fun lifestyles --
Protected by the land itself,
All creatures seek and find refuge.
I love to walk there by myself.
In quiet peace where hearts grow huge.
So, sheltered by the hand of God,
Until I die, I shall be awed.
2/15/2017
Written for Poetry Form H contest
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2017
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