Grace of These Beings

It was a gentle evening and the sun set far away,
And as I thought of everything that happened in that day,
I watched the boughs of eā€™ergreen trees above me slowly sway,
From a bed of fallen needles on which I did lay.

It seemed that I could feel it as the roots of trees did grow;
I thought that to the grace of these beings something I did owe,
But these cautious creatures my intentions did not know,
And urged me as the sky darkened to home and to sleep go.

Reluctantly but with respect I took a breath and stood,
Not wanting to leave the peacefulness but knowing that I should,
Thinking another visit to this forest would be good,
And smiling with the thought that the next day I surely could.

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