Walk in the woods
The woods was calling,
with a distant murmur only she could hear
Wind was dancing in the morning light,
like a bride attired in a sparkly veil.
Walking was her answer,
into the soothing sounds and depth of silence,
where the trees tell a thousand stories,
to the little hearts of wild daisies.
There the bloom glanced at her gleefully,
while the chirping birds hummed a sweet symphony
Fluttering their bluish wings ,danced a swarm of dragonflies
And the stream laughed showing its silver teeth.
Dusting all sorrows to the wind,
She bathed in that stream of light
Walking in a trance ,deep into the woods
She vanished as the verses of a beautiful poem.