The sunlight falls upon the forest floor
So shadows chase each other on the ground,
Creating patterns never seen before

’Neath canopies above and all around –
Entirely woven from the branches of
These noble trees, by countless leaf-wreathes crowned.

What words can show th’ extent to which I love
These quiet woods of tranquil, verdant green
Which soar into an emerald vault above?

A sense of calm floats through the peaceful scene
As I sit basking in the sunlit glow
Of nature’s beauty from behind a screen

Of shady leaves which gentle breezes blow –
Content in truest bliss that man can know.