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