When I walk
through the forest of winter I am captured by the stillness and solitude of
what I believe to be one of Gods greatest works. The snow acting as a blanket
keeping the grasses and saplings insulated against the angry blasts of cold, the
stillness of morning only broken by the songs of birds brave enough to call
this forest home year-round. I search for a word to describe the smell and
“clean” was my choice. The winter woods will cast a spell on you as the trees
stripped of their leaves, naked branches bending to each traveling breeze. As I
walk deeper into the woods silence waits for me just up ahead where nature made
a shelter of fallen branches. Its here I will take out my writing pad and try
and compose my feelings and my deep love for all that lives and dies in these
woods.Thursday, August 9, 2018
The woods
When I walk
through the forest of winter I am captured by the stillness and solitude of
what I believe to be one of Gods greatest works. The snow acting as a blanket
keeping the grasses and saplings insulated against the angry blasts of cold, the
stillness of morning only broken by the songs of birds brave enough to call
this forest home year-round. I search for a word to describe the smell and
“clean” was my choice. The winter woods will cast a spell on you as the trees
stripped of their leaves, naked branches bending to each traveling breeze. As I
walk deeper into the woods silence waits for me just up ahead where nature made
a shelter of fallen branches. Its here I will take out my writing pad and try
and compose my feelings and my deep love for all that lives and dies in these
woods.
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