Distant Memoir

Facing East toward the sun,
Golden rays and irridescent colors
Dwell inside and shine there.
The woods I visited regualarly
Whose trees stand erect like a beautiful edifice.
Her leaves so crafted, and detailed too,
Indeed a beautiful masterpiece.

And lo!
Which stands beside me.
Many bushes all around,
But precious spheres dangle on the branches.
The berries so sweet.
I could taste heaven.
As I breathe in purity
and feel at peace.

The woods.
Not so important in a world so busy.
Things are taking over
And time is of essence.
To be this and do that
Day after day
Stressing over what will happen
The following day.

The woods.
A world of its own.
Where nature blossoms beatifully,
Never seeming to fade.
How can I think of these "important things"
When nature captivates me.

Not for me.
Not just something.

But a part of me.