In The Arms Of The Forest

In the arms of the forest,

On this cloudy and wet,

Late autumn morning,

There is no place

I’d rather be.

At this time of year,

The quiet 

Is such joyful, tranquility.

Nature’s scents are one

With the body,

When we breathe in

Life’s natural bounty,

Given from Thee.

Moist earth, 

Pine, hardwoods, 

Indigenous apples,

Composting leaves, 


And wild ground covers,

Lend to

Soil’s soulful birth,

For regrowth’s being.

©2014 C. E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.

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