A Walk in the Woods

Through the thick green woods we walk,
Leaves crunching ‘neath our feet.
Voices hushed as we talk,
Our path straight and neat.

By the bubbling brook we pass,
Tall trees surround the clearing.
Look! a rabbit in the grass,
Its nest we are nearing.

A little fawn with soft brown eyes,
Stepping lightly on the moss.
To the forest we feel strong ties,
But now a bridge we must cross.

Along the narrow trail we climb,
Then stop, and sit to rest.
Look out on the view to pass the time,
For this next hike is a test.

We scramble ‘round huge boulders,
Then stop short at the sight.
Aches rest on our legs and shoulders,
But e’en with hardships, it’s all right;

For below us stretches the magnificent plain,
Planted with pine and ash.
I'm glad there aren't any trucks or cranes,
For then there‘d be plenty a crash.

We must leave now, for it's almost night;
We are sad to go.
As we walk down in the twilight,
We think how we love this mountain so.