The wildness of the wood,
It always does me good.
The dappled light,
The green,
The gold that slips between,
The fresh and earthy smell,
The feeling all is well.

A calmness in my mind,
As aching limbs unwind,
Enveloped in the green,
No chores, no crowds, no screen.
A pause within my day,
A chance to think and pray.

Away from city rush,
A place that whispers: 'hush!'
A cool and calming breeze,
A rustle in the trees,
A place to stroll and talk
This wondrous woodland walk.