God's Peephole Poem by Justus Barcomb J.B.

The woods tell their own story.
From late exhibitionists, to the man's life taken in silence between the trees.
Her breeze brings relief to my ears.
Survival, to the creatures crackling leaves beneath shade.
Winding rivers, carrying their pebbles downstream.
Her sweet taste of fresh pine, in which my taste buds softly savor.
It hears all, see's all, maybe she's just God's way of watching us through the peephole of nature.

- J.B.