I make my way on a woody trail
Through the trees I get a glimpse of a boat sail
Clustering around me are the woods
Where I see, smell, hear and feel God's goods

A snap of a twig,
(I hope there are no bears so strong and big!)

Dying trees and living trees,
Butterflies, birds and bees
To the eye, they all please

Mosquitoes buzz around and annoy,
Yet I still feel joy

Eagles swoop down and frighten the sparrow
I pray I don't lose the way; sometimes it's narrow
From a little distance,
I see a farmer pushing his wheelbarrow

The ground is covered with rugs of vari-colored leaves
Which the grace of God achieves
Rocks and tree trunks are rich with fern and moss,
To which they cleave

Air rushes through my nostrils
While I concentrate on the wooded hills

Presently I come to the end of my trail,
Sun is sinking and pale
Nature is a sight that will never fail.