Nature Ii - Poem by Owen Johnston
As I continue to tread
The well-worn path between the trees,
Many thoughts swim in my head
Of the refreshing beauties
Of the crisp, clean air
Playing in my hair,
That has begun to show
Over the tips of the trees,
The birds' outspoken symphonies,
And the sun-rays that warm my face
As I pass each open, sun-lit space.
Nature has its own music,
Its own specially tuned melody.
I never want to lose it,
For what it means to me,
I can never fully express,
Even as my feelings well up in my chest.
It is here in the forest,
This place of nature and spirit,
That I feel blessed,
And ignore the old habit
Its own business
And forget about the wilderness.
Let's walk this path again,
Before this great day can end!
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