As I walk through the woods,
I stopped... listened...and just stood.
The air was blowing softly through the trees.
And around the flower's you could hear the bee's.
As I stood there before the steep slopes ledge,
I looked at the Trillium carpet, as it reached the rivers edge.
My soul feels more at home there. It is truly free.
With all of God's creations, I can simply be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem