Beside a gentle flowing stream,
...a loon to darkness calls,
As moonlight filters through the leaves,
...and hush on evening falls.
A doe appears with yearling fawn,
...on path of needled pine,
Amid the stillness of the woods,
...the calm the soul entwine.
I sit upon a fallen tree,
...in glow of Luna's orb,
As mother deer and babied fawn,
...seek out herbacious forb.
Above the stars of welkin's light,
...shine in majesty,
Upon cathedral of the forest,
...beneath wood's canopy.
Is said of man, he stands alone,
...in all of God's creation,
For man can think, and man can feel,
...partake of love's sensation.
But in the still of tranquil woods,
...when hear God's nature call,
For that fleeting, tranquil instant,
...man is one with all.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 01-03-2000).]