SOMETHING ABOUT THE WOODS

There's something about the woods.
All alone surrounded by God's magic.
Peace and quiet in my solitare moods.
No worries, people or events so tragic.

Crisp, cool air in my lungs.
The whisper of forest breeze.
A break from climbing life's rungs.
A special time on my memory to freeze.

A paradise of contentment,
to restore my souls energy.
No worry about advancement.
Basking in nature's sweet synergy.

No more of life's fast frame.
Back in control of my time.
Each day not more of the same.
Money no issue I don't need a dime.

There's something about the woods.
Only here can real peace be found.
Not a crowded nieghbourhood,
where all is one busy loud sound.

Nothing can compare to star lit canopy.
A hot steaming cup of campers tea.
The preservation of my sanity.
I escape from life's endless sea.

by Luke