The Forest Walk

Deep among the ancient trees,
Where no wind dares stir the leaves,
Where the sunlight, tinted green,
Plays upon a quiet scene,
The babbling brook makes no more sound,
Gliding silently o'er it's path worn through the ground,
The netted shadows shift and shake,
Spots of sunlight to overtake,
The birds are piping their lilting song,
Quieter as the day wears long,
And o'er the mossy forest floor,
Deer step as out of folktale lore,
The light takes on a golden hue,
As the sun fades to become new,
And as you walk away again,
You close your prayer for peace, "Amen".