Of The Forest
The whispers as the wind blows, just as you please!
I swirl around and around and look to the sky.
Through the tall branches, I see the clouds float by.
Can I be dreaming or am I just in a spin.
The peace that is before me, a chill upon my skin.
As I walk, the leaves rustle beneath my feet.
Sending little notes of joy, a melody to beat.
I can only stop and stare and keep the memory mine.
The forest has it’s mystery and I must keep in line.
I will sit beneath the tree and listen to the sound.
So many different messages are scattered all around.
The whistle of the wind rushing past my face.
Looking for the exit, so it can leave this place.
The branches sway and the leaves begin to fall.
I can hear the birds now, sending me their call.
I must now follow and leave the forest too.
Day is nearly ended, the dark will spoil my view.
Tomorrow I can come again, enjoy the peace I seek.
The silence of the forest, are whispers I can keep.
by Eunice E Powe