Farnborough Forest in The Autumn Air

So far inland,

I feel the breath of England.

Feeling the sun through the canopy, 

Peace is within me.

I hear the call of the wild,

As just a small child.

The leaves sway,

As graceful as ballet.

I feel the connection beneath my feet,

And the earth as they meet.

Leaves down below,

I do not want to go.

I hope that my wish shall be granted,

That someday more trees will be planted.

I shall uphold,

That this place is precious like gold.

With no concern,

Someday I shall return.

But for now,

All I think is wow.