In the woods and the trees,
so, the verdant greens of the leaves,
do blow so gently in the breeze,
and for what it is worth,
there is nothing finer upon thine eyes to please,
and so, the mind does race and so set hearts at ease,
for in nature’s splendour,
the sun becomes finer,
finer than the dull grey of winter that does displease,
for it so takes its toll on the mind,
and what a work of art is fashioned upon the Earth,
amongst the hills and the streams and the trees,
and what great freshness of the air there is,
that fills the lungs with clarity, and so, does please,
for as you walk amongst nature,
far across the Earth we travel,
and in the beauty of nature and time,
and in each footstep,
so, it does fill you with happy memories,
happy memories to brighten,
and heighten and enlighten,
the mind in its many glorious varieties.
