The Forest.

Within the shaded forest my soul did take a rest,

And gazed upon the meadow, and did what souls do best.

Reflect upon the past and peruse upon what’s coming,

And listen to the singing birds and the trees gently humming.

‘Tis in this green, and luscious glen

That my soul, with joy, leaps and bounds.

‘Tis amongst the bees, and birds, and trees,

That spirituality is found.

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