This Forest Poem by Phil Soar

I cast my shadow on the forest floor
As beams of sunlight breached the canopy
Who else could witness what my eyesight saw?
What else was there to set my vision free?

It followed that as clouds would float on by
My shadow would be lost sometimes in shade
And then just as the sun re-lit the sky
The image cast would then appear replayed

As footprints left their mark in thick leaf mold
And each new step was taken with such ease
The sight of footpaths etched in every fold
Was more than just a route between the trees

This woodland with its smells and history
I felt that this was like a warm embrace
As nature weaved a blissful memory
And cobwebs sometimes brushed across my face