The Walk

I went for a walk deep within an old wood,
Where trees have for uncounted centuries stood.
The scene that awaited seemed frozen in time,
And brought me so near to that realm of sublime.

How soft was sunlight that peeked through the boughs;
The shadows about me did twirl and carouse.
The leaves seemed to dance in the delicate breeze
That wended its way through the stout mighty trees.

And after a while, I came to a lake.
I stopped to admire for nature’s own sake.
An unforeseen hush fell upon the still scene,
And made me feel peaceful and calm and serene.

I looked to the North with the mists rolling in.
The sight gave me chills as if frost on my skin.
The great peaks of mountains were looming above.
As soon as I saw them, I then fell in love.

The bright sun was setting.  I had to turn back.
I reached for the camera I kept in my pack.
I wanted a record of things that I saw.
The time here had filled me with wonder and awe.

Now every so often, I go for a walk,
Where nature abounds, and there’s no need to talk.
I know that no matter where I go or roam,
The wind’s at my back as it follows me home.