Forest Walk
Pathways narrow; now none to be seen
Perceptions peek instantly; seeking out solace within
A slow cadence; dances on the wind
Flutters the leaves above
A fissure in time; lost meandering moments
In awe of Mother Natures; untouched glory
Musty scent; damp rich soil at waters edge
Assail my senses once again
Oh what splendor; The Earth doth hold!
In peaceful serenity sleeps; untarnished by human hand
Peebles worn smooth; falling water streams
Filled with a ghostly revelry
-Sandi Alford
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