The Changing Forest

I have been thinking of the day’s events.
My meditation is in a lovely woodland.
The slowly changing forest raises my spirits.

In the forest glade, I feel at peace.
I am welcome here.
The animals around me sing softly.

This place is truly a refuge.
The world of men produces insane pressures.
I need this place of solace and hope.

I have only a small impact on the greenscape.
I care for the land as I leave.
It repays my respect with love.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.

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