The Forest at its Charmingest

Whistling and whirling, a true delight...

Fresh clean air, what a fright! 

Twirling, twisting, turning.

To look at this green and say,

"What a beautiful day.”

It’s morning and the leaves drip from the nighttime rain.

Fog still hanging in the glen as the trees shiver and shimmer,

Dancing all morning long. 

To be friends with trees

And listen to the breeze.

To wonder through trails

And mend your sails.

When your heart is hurting

Or your soul needs healing

The forest awaits.

When something feels wrong

Or you just need a place to belong.