Come stroll with me into the timberland's honored home,
To see the wondrous magnificence the Earth has presented;
We'll relax in the dreamlike wonder that encompasses us,
What's more, tune in to nature forming the woodland's great creation,
As hints of whispering trees and burbling streams,
Send our brains meandering into an artist's flawless dreams.
We'll walk where daylight sets the woodland's leaves aglow,
Weaving open ways to dapple brilliant light on all beneath;
Where trees shade us from summer warm and cruel beams,
Liberating our psyches so we can see Mother Nature's ways,
Of making supporting asylums forever staying there,
To shield its delicate wards from storms too difficult to tolerate.
Come sit underneath the sparkling coals of a harvest time tree,
Whose rich tones are a characteristic ponder numerous come to see,
While brilliant leaves coast down in a spinning course,
Like coals loosening up from their blazing source,
Gleaming for a minute as though tumbling to their closure destiny,
Rather, supporting Earth for resurrection into another state.
