In the August woods I love how the leaves cover us
and the noise of politicians is erased, even the highway
becomes a distant memory as our souls
find protection in the trees, our minds,
free now to listen, and
And our heartbeat and our breathing become noticeably important,
in the stillness, and in the life, of the woods.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”