My Habitual Habitat

I hear Nature's sweet symphonic sound
The wind's words in the wood is pure and light
The babbling brook's song is wayward bound
While Demeter paints a beautiful sight

My beating heart to the forest I would give
The rock and stone to which I call home
In Eden's bliss shall I wish to live
On the softest dirt, and each path I'll roam

My song in tandem with her lady thrush
As the sun sinks, the day becomes night
The breeze in the leaves whispers "hush"
In Nature's arms the world is calm, and right