The Forest

The mountain feels as only a hill For it has no limbs to blow in the breeze When a gust comes, it remains still And cannot dance as a tree does with such ease   The tree loves to waltz on windy spring days But is dismayed for something is missing A disappointment lingers and … Continue reading The Forest


He makes the world as still as death The wind as bold as a dragon’s breath The placid silence as loud as war And all the trees blossom-poor But with the cold comes the sweet news That seems to drive away the blues For snow is God’s reminder to you To start each day anew … Continue reading Winter