Into the Woods

Into the woods I went today,

To refresh my mind and get away.

Thru the trees I walked alone,

On the breeze I could smell the loam.

A rich forest scent of leaves decayed,

Giving life to wildflowers that bloom in May.

I stopped to feel the old growth giant,

A large white pine with years of defiance.

The stream’s tumbling sang to my ears,

Her slow, deep pool beckoned me near.

I gazed at the brook’s  near glass-like perfection,

And was absorbed in the mesmerizing reflections.

I into the woods I went today,

And I returned with my troubles washed away.