Walking werewithal into a forest
Hearing the calls of birds and gurgling streams
Without a care in the world,
Or so it seems
Sun on my face as the trees rise before me
Joy in my heart as the duck quacks loudly
A place where I am free to explore
A place where I can be out of doors
It is nature I celebrate
A place where I draw inspiration
A place of reflection
A place of natural beauty,
Ours to care for and rejoice.
To boost our creativity
and we can listen to its voice.