Not Far Beyond The Clover

Sliding sand, a pale tan
almost of non-color
slick beneath walking feet
as I passed into the clover.
There on the edge
of a breathing forest
dimply lit by filtered sunlight
pale green beams among the leaves,
a beautiful journey beginning.
Moss thick and lichen in rich tones
garbed the trees like clothes
and they whispered songs
high above me
as I walked quietly below.
Birds take wing calling out names
to warn of the intruder.
First the music of water rushing
then a sparkling in the sun.
A dance of river over rocks
creates a peaceful sound
and glints into my eyes
but for a moment
as I pass on by.
Further beyond the shining rocks
deep within the forest,
where even the air grows silent
and no longer can the influence of people
be heard or be felt,
the weight of trees seem oppressive
but the earth is soft and rich
here in the oldest forest,
mother nature at her best.
Undisturbed for many years
but not too far from discovery.
Keep her safe
Keep her hidden
Guard those she holds dear.
Save the trees from mans ambition
and keep her waters pure.