The Woods Poem by Clare Webb

The days are growing hotter,
And the nights shorter.
So it’s down to the woods I go,
To sit in the shade of the trees.

The steady flow of the Porter Brook,
Combined with the birdsong,
Is so relaxing;
It could lull me to sleep.

The sunlight filters down,
Through the canopy overhead
And dances on the tree trunks, on the undergrowth
On us.

I resist the urge to run amongst the trees,
Touching, feeling, being one with nature
For I do not wish to break the tranquillity
Of such peaceful woodland.