A forest for a poem

The Forest
by Leonard C. Mayer

The trees stand tall and stately,
surveying their domain-----
The first to glimpse the sunrise;
the first to feel the rain.

The flowers add some color
to mostly brown and green.
Their fragrance bathes the air
and makes it smell pristine.

The wind sets all in motion
and makes things come alive.
It brings the rain and pollen
that lets this world survive.

The sun lends warmth and comfort
to all the things that grow.
It's perfect for their needs,
high noon or evening glow.

The earth provides nutrition
and serves the mother role-----
Even the air that's needed
comes from her heart and soul.


We had a few problems with our computer system at work so I had time to browse on the Internet which is a rarity for me. I came across this poem and I thought it was fitting for today's blip with it being World Forestry Day and World Poetry Day too. I think I found the only bit of sunshine today at Whinlatter Forest.