Lulls will seldom be found here
For nature never stops
Producing chirps and rustles
From flourishing treetops.
Kelly, moss, and ivy green-
To only list a few-
Are some of early Spring’s
Most vibrant, glowing hues.
A sparrow here, a croaker there
Conduct the symphony
Of looping sounds from all around
The neighboring oak tree.
Your presence here, your trodden steps
Are lost ‘neath all of this.
For when a man enters the wood,
They enter an abyss.