Neath a mantle of soft green leaves
Quivering in a gentle summer draught,
She feels the rhythm of nature
Pulsing through her, like her own heartbeat!
Each breath an awakening…
Senses tingling, she is acutely aware
Of every sound and scent
That entices her to linger in this peaceful place!
Birdsongs rise into the canopy of green,
Their sweet melodies lifted heavenward!
Mosses and lichens carpet the forest floor,
Sweet earthy fragrances intermingled with evergreen!
Squirrels cavorting busily through the trees
Stop now and then to watch her,
As if wondering why she is here
Yet accepting she belongs!
The forest is her sacred retreat,
A spiritual spa for her weary soul...
And as the cleansing of her spirit begins,
Her smile is worthy of a master’s brush!
© Annabel Sheila
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