in wood times - reprise
in wood times i've spent walking
gathering colors, tasting sounds
by ferns, tall grass, and animals
under the forest canopy, making rounds
flushing pheasants as i go
they streak off in a line
then to stop, a place i know
amid green berries on the vine
wild white rolling clouds above
reflect the light, contrast the blue
in nature's time i touch the love
and symmetry by which things grew
the wind plays light and sweet
with mint and closer scents
honeysuckle and wildflower complete
the multicolored firmament
at a small creek bank i pause to drink
and there, witness life within
a small plant reaches water's brink
the shoots are young and thin
where hours pass i cannot say
the sun marks shadows on the land
little voices beg me to stay
i promise trees, i'll come again
gathering colors, tasting sounds
by ferns, tall grass, and animals
under the forest canopy, making rounds
flushing pheasants as i go
they streak off in a line
then to stop, a place i know
amid green berries on the vine
wild white rolling clouds above
reflect the light, contrast the blue
in nature's time i touch the love
and symmetry by which things grew
the wind plays light and sweet
with mint and closer scents
honeysuckle and wildflower complete
the multicolored firmament
at a small creek bank i pause to drink
and there, witness life within
a small plant reaches water's brink
the shoots are young and thin
where hours pass i cannot say
the sun marks shadows on the land
little voices beg me to stay
i promise trees, i'll come again
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