Going into the deep woods one day,
Found a profound serenity in the lay,
The silence reflected a stirring tense,
To call out or not was the play,
Which kept on haunting all the fray.
It was an abysmal deal out,
Crossing the inroads was a fall out,
Yet moved in measured steps to the intense,
To find out the mystery in its substance,
Enacted with a charming relevance.
The song of the woods was a delight,
Composed of a music of the elite,
Comprehensive of the cackling and hooting,
Conducive to the mood insinuating ,
Instilling a refreshment warming.
Birds tweet with a gay sound,
Which reverberates all around,
The blowing of the winds in a whistle,
Comes back through the dangling thistle,
Inviting all to a sanguine bristle.
The humming of the river is a tune,
Which in the course of its flow attune ,
The thunder and the storm cast a spell,
Which echoes in a vociferous bell
Provoking the area to a numbed shell
Life gives back in leaps and bounds .
What it takes from you without a sound,
The more you sow seeds of kindness
The more it repays in kindness,
Consisting great and gracious kindness