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