I watch the wooodland wave its longing branches
where wildflowers blow in great expanses
to wind that plays along the forest’s edge
in songs just yonder from the mountain’s hedge.
A willow dapples near a frisky stream
vivaciously in sunlight’s rollicking beams.
A giddy squirrel runs merrily along
as always with an energetic song.
A path meanders, calling out to me.
It twists and turns along this way with ease.
as gleeful shadows shine throughout the trees
where leaves rise and frolic in the breeze.
