The edge of Woods,
drawn like a green curtain,
the only thing certain
is behind it is full of life
As Light emblazons the leaves
in thousand shades of green
made different each moment,
or so it seems to me,
again, i cannot help but Wonder
at it and ponder about it...
It's these thoughts that won't quit or stay still
with my trembling hands on the window sill
i lose my way within this moment,
not hear cars i know are going and coming,
to listen to the Grouse i hear drumming
imagining the fallen log it sits upon...
Come and share this little Peace,
little else pleases me as much as this:
a tiny patch of verdant Heaven
you'd be sure to miss
when you're not looking for it at all....
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