The Magic Of Nature. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The Magic of Nature.

When I disappear on my woodland walk,
and I blend amongst the trees,
all the little things I see,
all these do please.

I soak everything in,
including the sun.
A light breeze sways by,
whilst I am having fun.

The leaves of the oak,
hold a few drops of glistening dew.
A squirrel scurries slowly down
and stops to view.

The moss under my feet is so soft
like an old carpet,
and all kinds of wild mushrooms
mostly surround it.

At last I come to the stream.
The sound of running water
is pleasing to ones ears.
The salmon takes a leap
And with it brings much cheer.

The magic of nature surrounds me,
what would I be without it.
It would be a very cold and dark place to live.
Nothing could ever replace it.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .