Deadwood lying
limbs all akimbo
fallen among their brothers
who still stand tall.
Foot beaten paths
tread for ages
now permanent inbedded scars
meanering for miles.
Wildflowers scattered haphazardly
growing at will
in unset patterns of
nautures planting.
The forest songs
surround the silence
as woodland inhabitants
scurry about.
Trailing along
I walk these paths.
So serene and peaceful
I become lost in thoughtful contemplation.