Hanging bunches of Spanish moss
Swinging in rhythm with blowing breeze
A pleasant view hard to ignore
Little things make our lives worthy.
A routine walk in woods yonder
Brings umpteen events of wonder
Squirrel by the tree playing hide and seek
Evoking the spirit hidden deep inside.
Black bird making loops in the air
A school of fish gliding in the stream
Nature's a treasure of excitement indeed
One needs to venture in the open to find.
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I fully agree, I've just come back from mine. Along a river to a lake then back through a wood. Many different pines, oak, birch, aspen, ash and elder. A gentle 4 mile stroll on a dry winter's day….