The air blows through the trees
A breath of fresh air upon us
Many scents come from all directions
Stimulating our smell and touch
There's a musty smell of moss from below
A fresh leaf and bark smell from above
There are mushrooms and fungus among us
With every shade & hue of the rainbow
Inner and outer peace can be found here
One simply has to walk with an open mind
Feel deeply with an open heart
Let your spirit connect with nature at her purest
Leave with a new found clearness of mind
A healthiness of earthly body
A purity of your heavenly inner soul
And an ability to seize the day
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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