Nature has no need of thought, no avarice, nor claim.

I find myself deep in unfamiliar woodland during the early morning speckled light.

I sense its shallow whisper. As wondered woodland walk, become.

. . .

The sound of distant pheasant call,

My hand against the husk of bark,

The rain of pine and needle fall,

The bee in search of near and far,

The scent of deer,

The taste of sun

The chirp and song of nightingale,

I think of all when day is done,

As wondered woodland walk, become.

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Contemporary Music,  Art, and Poetry.

COMPLETED · 2019 Music & Poetry 2025 Visual Art

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