I took a walk among the forest pines
To be alone, away from all mankind,
To listen to the sound of nothingness,
And leave my doubts and worries far behind.
And as I wandered ’neath a maple maid,
I breathed into my lungs the virgin air,
Unspoiled as of yet, so full with scents
Of spicy hemlock, with a piney flair.
I sat upon a rotten log of grey
And bathed my toes in autumn’s shining dew,
On which my two appendages reclined,
As sunshine’s rays enlightened all my view.
A while I sat in silence pondering,
Philosophizing life’s endearing hold
That grips with all its might, and ever grows
Upon each human heart, however cold.
For every sign of beauty in this world,
Within creation’s vast array of charms
Compiled of every tree and every plant,
And every creature owning legs and arms,
And still the ocean fish and skyborne birds,
And all the beasts that roam the lands on earth—
In all of these, life sings a joyful song
Electrifying hearts and giving birth
To thrills of hope in every soul of man,
To those who hear its invitations, sweet,
And open up unto delights thereof
That every joy in life might be complete.
And thus, upon my musings in the trees,
The sun sunk down beneath the treetop lines;
And so I stood to go, refreshed anew
Because I walked among the forest pines.