GIFT OF THE TREES

Hi thee to a wood, 

or study a big tree,

all that weighs in you, 

you'll find will flee;

the gods and spirits are in me ,

she'll say, 

and bow to comfort you, 

her longs arms free in air

dispel despair,

and leave you calmed,

with joy embalmed.

Advice that never fails to help

those needing strength,

however dire and desperate you may feel,

the woods, 

they spellbind our wild nature, 

in their presence 

still,

their air of graceful growth,

gives solace to the hardest hearts,

if they just stop and stare,

beneath their boughs

and find their senses 

sweetened by a breeze of life's continuity 

personified there.