Let's walk beneath the oak trees, <br /> lie on the mossy ground. <br />The woods are where I love to be. <br />God's secret place that we have found. <br /> <br />It's nice to hear the scurrying <br />of the creatures' busy day. <br />If you listen to the woods you'll find <br />they have oh so much to say. <br /> <br />The crunching of the dead leaves... <br />The trickling of the stream... <br />The calling of each animal... <br />This is the place of all my dreams. <br /> <br />I'd love to build a cabin <br />in this woodland paradise. <br />We could enjoy the simple things. <br />Oh, that would be so nice!<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woodland-paradise/
