The Woodlands Poem by Dwayne Rankin

All across these wondrous lands;
Across are found, all laid with care.
Are stands of trees in far flung band,
As woodlands found so fair.

Seen as wide spun wondrous groves;
Seen of Oak and Maple trees.
Some of flowering scented cloves,
Rustling in the breeze.

As pages seen within a book;
Pages sen as colored leaves.
For some to stop and take a look,
From 'neath those cottage eaves.

As storybooks to then partake;
To leaf through as you walk through life.
As nature sleeps, or stands awake'
And free us from all strife.

To read then during those summer days;
Or browse through on a nature walk.
Or just to sit and thereon gaze,
Upon each flowered stalk.

With shades of hues, no elsewhere seen;
Within the autumn and the spring.
Mixed with shades of shining green,
Within these woodlands, bring.

Or in the wintertime to see;
The beauty of each wooded land.
The beauty then from time set free,
By all that snow at hand.

With shadowed light that filters through;
Those branches found so high, aloft.
From all those trees that therein grew.
A light that's seen sosoft.

Some a tangled wooded place.
While some, where paths by nature, laid.
All filled with wonders and with grace;
All by God, there made.

Wherein are heard the birds soft song;
And chipmunks run and chatter loud.
Where deer and bear and elk belong,
Beneath that leafy shroud.

Where fairy tales are oft times told;
Where Elves and Unicorns are found.
Within each mind and heart to hold,
Within those woodlands bound.

The magic of those woodlands there,
In beauty that, across doth stand.
A wonder seen without compare;
The glory of the wooded Land.