Hidden Away

I found a place
Deep in the woods;
I thought to make it my own
Just because I could,
But it holds great beauty
And boasts serene secrecy-
Too much to claim
And keep for just me.
I stay at the foot of a hill
Shielded and shaped by brown pines:
I meander my way through dangers
Like grabbing thorny vines. 
I love to hear the wind
Coming in a proud breeze;
It catches and caresses
Awaiting high and low leaves.
I always feel that I am caught,
That I am an oak’s offspring;
It is like I am falling
Only to land under a wind’s wing.
I honestly cannot say
I know how I am lead
Here-perhaps by a chill or voice
Or the sun, my sometimes friend;
Maybe something calls me, rather,
Though I wonder what could;
I suppose it does not matter
As long as I can hide in the woods.
There is enough solitude for privacy,
Yet not enough that I might feel alone;
There are many living things
Which call this place their home. 
If I am still, so is the world,
And for but a brief moment, 
Nature wraps me in its arms,
And I feel I am a part of it.

Reviews

[Felecia]

*sighs contently* I love this so much...just so calm and relaxing, feeling of just incredible joy. Love it, amazing job

[Sarah Marie]

Oh, thank you! I'm glad you like it, and I appreciate your review!!

[Felecia]

You're welcome :D

[Cupcake.]

That was lovely and an incredibly enjoyable read. I actually felt "nature wrap me in its arms" as I read this. Fabulous job.

[Sarah Marie]

oo thank you so much for your lovely comment! I am glad you like it!