A walk in the woods (repost)

I listen to the silence that echoes

I hear a leaf rustle in the wind

walking a path I know not where it goes.

On silent wings a bird flies quick then slows

red feathers to the sky ascend

I listen to the silence that echoes.

Green-leafed branches entwine to form windows

brief glimpses of blue that does not end

Walking a path I know not where it goes.

Around me everywhere I see shadows

Fauna who with the dark will to blend

I listen to the silence that echoes.

Of nature’s beauty poems I compose

Wishing I could share them with a friend

Walking a path I know not where it goes.

I find brief respite from the constant throes

of suffering life towards me does send

I listen to the silence that echoes

Walking a path I know not where it goes.