The Forest

There is nothing like a forest
to inspire and restore
spirits that are burdened
with love and death and war.
Bright green buds and tiny leaves
welcome back the Spring
and Summer’s cool green canopy
hides birds, we hear them sing.
It gives us shelter from the wind
and from the scorching sun.
When leaves turn red and yellow
we will know that Summer’s done.
Then Autumn brings the mellow mists.
Deep piles of scrunchy leaves.
My favourite time of year
is Autumn, gathering in the sheaves.
The peace and sweet serenity
belie the teeming life
of forests where soft footed deer
and insect sounds are rife.
If, from our world, with all its pain
I need to find respite
I find a forest, take a picnic,
make my world feel right.

Jean Taylor