Heart Of The Matter
Forest
Oh, how I love to wander,
Through forest leafy green,
In stillness and in quiet now,
The hush of things unseen.
All quiet here in the forest,
Where time is standing still,
I open all my senses,
They cover me at will.
My eyes take in the majesty,
Of trees so tall and strong,
And as I look around me,
I'm aware, I don't belong.
I wander through the forest,
On velvet mossy lawn,
I'd love to stay till morning,
But soon I must be gone.
I hear the gentle trickle,
Of the water in the stream,
Providing backing vocals,
For the birdsong, it would seem.
I'm loath to leave my forest,
For I find my peace therein,
But I'll come back,
Another day,
Just forest wandering.
Through forest leafy green,
In stillness and in quiet now,
The hush of things unseen.
All quiet here in the forest,
Where time is standing still,
I open all my senses,
They cover me at will.
My eyes take in the majesty,
Of trees so tall and strong,
And as I look around me,
I'm aware, I don't belong.
I wander through the forest,
On velvet mossy lawn,
I'd love to stay till morning,
But soon I must be gone.
I hear the gentle trickle,
Of the water in the stream,
Providing backing vocals,
For the birdsong, it would seem.
I'm loath to leave my forest,
For I find my peace therein,
But I'll come back,
Another day,
Just forest wandering.
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