Life
Woodland
Nature has no need of thought, no avarice, nor claim.
The sound of distant pheasant call,
My hand against the husk of bark,
The rain of pine and needle fall,
The bee in search of near and far,
The scent of deer,
The taste of sun,
The chirp and song of nightingale,
I think of all when day is done,
As wondered woodland walk, become.