The Greenway

Walking through the woods today,
I wonder who prepared the way.
Whose boots have made the path I tread?
What sylvan thoughts were in their head? 

Did they observe these squirrels at play,
who scoot, then freeze, then dash away?
Did greenery calm their day's pursuits,
while they too tripped on surfaced roots?

Did they see God in bark and leaf?
Did birdsong bolster their belief
in Him who takes our every care,
who gives the very life we share?

Did they remark their calm-smoothed brow,
then go  back home to ponder how
to keep this peaceful, forest glade
secure from axe and dozer blade?

I hope so.

 

 

Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.