Walk In The Forest Poem by Philip Vincent Sanders

Darkened forest … leafy glades
The sun … splintering through the shade
Casting little beams of light
What a gentle, lovely sight
Hearing twigs crack underfoot
Echoing round the silent wood
No one there to mystify
No one there to make you cry
Just you and nature all alone
Picking up the odd pine cone
Giving time to rest your mind
From the toils that always find …
… their way into your inner self
Making you just cry for help
Silence can be so serene
Silence can be shattering
Sometimes we need peace and quiet
In the middle of the night
But then again … such solitude
Can produce a deep, dark mood
And we need the noise and rain
People all around again
Company … and love and touch
Someone there who cares so much