Post by lilphotogal on May 26, 2003 14:55:24 GMT -5
Pine forest
Have you ever gone deep into a pine forest,
Where everything begins to look the same
And you have to look back at the trampled earth,
To find from where you came.
When you sit down,
Upon Mother Nature’s lap
There is a certain essence,
A life force for you to tap.
Close your eyes and listen,
For you can hear the trees.
They are speaking to you,
While swaying in the breeze.
A blanket of underbrush and needles,
Cover the ground in a woven mess
As the color wanes out of the sky,
You see the sun less and less
As the light fades,
You hear a lark
You want to follow it,
But it is getting dark
The tall pines,
Wave goodbye
As they stick out far,
Into the night sky.
Have you ever gone deep into a pine forest,
Where everything begins to look the same
And you have to look back at the trampled earth,
To find from where you came.
When you sit down,
Upon Mother Nature’s lap
There is a certain essence,
A life force for you to tap.
Close your eyes and listen,
For you can hear the trees.
They are speaking to you,
While swaying in the breeze.
A blanket of underbrush and needles,
Cover the ground in a woven mess
As the color wanes out of the sky,
You see the sun less and less
As the light fades,
You hear a lark
You want to follow it,
But it is getting dark
The tall pines,
Wave goodbye
As they stick out far,
Into the night sky.