Here in the woods

Where the wisest things grow

From the roots of mother earth

To the seeds that we sow

 

But how far into the forgotten

Have we gone so long ago?

As twilight casts her shadows

On the wayward ones below

 

While mother earth whispers wisdom

For all who need to know

That it’s here in the woods

Where the wisest things grow

 

Those elusive places to free your mind

Dance on the margins of the pages

Like living memories we leave behind

So wistful sweet, hallowed and ageless

 

Are here by the lake, woven in time

In the waters and moonlight sages

These harbors of nature, these masters of rhyme

So wistful sweet, hallowed and ageless

 

Deep in the forest

Where stars shine so bright

Not far from the embers

That glow in the night

 

By the sacred fire

We gather to learn

What fools never fathom

The wisest will yearn

 

But speak not a word

For words would not do

Mother earth beckons softly

Her silence is true

 

Gentle winds caressing

The fading evening light

When nature speaks her silent muse

And whispers to the night

 

All is quiet on the lake

Peaceful wistful wise

As nature reaps her silent muse

Beneath the harvest skies

 

Deep in the forest when nature speaks

Quiet the wisdom the wisest will reap

 

Beneath rolling thunder when nature speaks

Echoes of mother earth, in silence she weeps

 

But new dawns beckon when nature speaks

Arise from our slumber with wonders to seek