Forest
by James Yslas, age 13
Wind gently rustling through the trees,
I get a sense of great tranquility,
Oh, what a pleasure it is to see thee,
Woods as far as I am able to see,
What a great joy this is that costs no fee,
I hear the sound of the ducks a-calling,
I smell the huge towering pine trees’ scent,
And not a single raindrop is falling,
I have a feeling of great merriment,
I look up and see the great blue sky,
And I see the things that others have missed,
I see the birds soaring up very high,
And I am in awe to know that God has made this.
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Image: Fairy Forest at Sunset by Ivan Bilibin, 1906, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
