BETWEEN THE TREES

From the road I step beyond, into another world,

Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.

No one here but me and whatever lives between the trees,

Listen to the birds high above, what types sing different songs.?

I step into the darkened forest with my feet crunching the aged leaves,

Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look close as they are to be.

Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they move with time,

Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape to take in, follow me.

There is life here that has stood for many generations, beyond history,

Between the trees so many men and women have dreamed, all things seen.

Keith Garrett