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Magic of the Forest

R

Reginald.F.Horton

master brummie
Magic of the Forest

The spirits of the forest they call to me
Come join us under the great oak tree
Sense the feeling of our spiritual energy
Hear tales of past, of the future to be

My spirit and I to the forest did race
Expressions of happiness on our face
This was a chance just too good to miss
To meet the forest spirits oh what bliss

We sat down beneath the great oak tree
Its energy surrounded my spirit and me
Warm tingling sensations of sheer delight
In their world with no day nor night

Trees drank the last of the winter snow
The spring flowers they began to show
Snow drops, crocus’s and the daffodils
Beauty of their colour covered the hills

Now In tune with nature with our minds
Talking to animals all of different kinds
Rabbits and Fox’s, Badgers and Hares
The occasional Deer Stallion and Mares

Birds and buzzing bees the spider and fly
Ants, Earwigs and Worms just crawling by
Watched by birds perched up in the sky
From nests built in branches way up high

The forest floor lush grass soft and green
Spirits of the forest they had set the scene
All forms of life came from far and near
To see the Suns Golden light appear

Its Nature’s way to greet the new spring day
When Creatures great and small as one do play
Spiritual energies vibrating music fills the air
The setting sun sees no one left anywhere

Poem by ( C ) R.F.Horton
 
Thank you Kate oh happy be so go hug a tree :smitten:
Spiritual Light & Love :smitten:
Reggie :angel: :angel: :angel: :angel: :angel: :angel: :angel:
 
Reg, One of life's pleasures for me is walking in a dense old wood and sitting by a big old tree and just listen to the sound of a secret silence which you can hear all around, you only have to listen, I have wandered miles into a wood unconcerned about finding my way out, got lost and have had to carry on till I came out the other side, then had to walk all round the wood to find the car ( a compass would have spoilt the fun) What is so magical about a dense old wood ? if trees could only talk I would listen all day.
 
How true Cromwell

I have always loved trees and have never understood the terror that is illustrated in childrens books or films.

Woods are lovely places and home to so many flowers and animals.

Hug a tree and find peace.
 
Listen, Listen again, Tune your being to the song of the streams. Close by a fir-tree...Stand by the tree and think yourself into it. Touch it with the tips of your fingers. Lay the palms of your hands on its rough bark and feel the tremor of its fibres. Stretch up your spirit towards its topmost branches, following each changing urge of growth. Sense its growth for growth is immortality.

Lovely is the Lee
by
Robert Gibbons

Robert
 
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