The Forest © Tom Shindler 1974
- Huckleberries, sword ferns; Spanish moss and sun
That comes filtered through the leaves to make a light that’s soft and green
Maidenhair and flowers, beneath the trees of fir
Never could a place be more serene - Mountain streams and daydreams; The hush of evening breeze
That comes singing through the trees to harmonize the forest stream
Songbirds, silent words, mumbled in your soul
Captive to enchanted forest dreams. - Midnight, the moonlight, Silver through the trees.
Silence broken only by a distant wild call.
Tall shapes and shadows, Against the speckled sky
Somewhere you can hear a waterfall - Deep greens and soft browns; In every shade of life.
Peaceful endless living, dying only to give birth.
So take your golden cities, your castles and your kings.
And I will take the forest, and the earth.