Walk In The Woods Poem by Elia Michael

What lovely sight presents itself to me
As I walk in dusk's subdued and soft light
In woods where there is a spring bluebell sea
And ancient trees sway their majestic might

Their sound is like that heard in shore's sea shells
Which when held against the ear, you hear
The sea which pleases like distant church bells
Which ring muffled by thick layers of air

These lovely sights present themselves to me
As I walk spell bound in eerie light
I hear a sparrow chirping happily
A fawn seeing me quickly darts with fright

These sights and these sounds are heart's nectar
My heart sings - can you hear its murmur?