Balm For A Troubled Soul Poem by Bobby Mitchum

I like to go wandering
over the wooded hills
and through green glens
where wild creatures live,
to smell the woodland fragrance
and to see what I might see
for Natures bountiful beauty
are always a balm for me,
yes Natures bountiful beauty
is a balm for a troubled Soul
and in Her glorious garden
there are marvels to behold,
and it is there that I find solace
for this troubled heart of mine
and within Natures green glens
I can find peace of mind.