In the forest of my dreams.
The mighty pines are ever green.
Dappled shadows dance and twirl.
While sunshine warms the waiting boughs.
A bird sings sweetly in every tree.
Rainbow feathers to dazzle and delight.
Their background music,
the soothing rush of pristine streams.
Creatures of the forest, large and small.
Commune and cavort in harmony.
Danger not lurking in the shadows.
No hunger to appease.
No pain to avow.
No longer a hindrance to this perfect sight.
Only there to stop, stare and wonder.
A time for reverence and restraint.
Lost for the moment, in silent prayer.
Rainy days bring a whole new view.
Clouds crown each leafy head.
Waiting for their share of nature’s crystal jewels.
While gazing through the forest green glass,
softens each perfect line.
But gently, so gently.
While in the distance, the thunder recedes.
The forest of my dreams.
Lives on forever.
A gift we give ourselves.
And saved for those to come.
Not the remains of passing reveries.
Finally allowed to rest and to renew.
In celebration of Earth Day this past week and also the pleasure of awakening to the sound of much- needed rain this morning, I thought it would be nice to share this poem and photo again, from the archives. One of my favorites. In honor of our Mother Earth.
Where would we be without Her?
“In The Forest of My Dreams” © 2008 Geraldine H. Hartman
Photo courtesy of Flickr
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