Through the Woods

The trail leads on into this magical place that some call the woods.

The snowflakes glide softly to rest on tree branches if they're lucky.

I hear the repeating sound of the almost frozen river flow.

A tree, so grand and tall, smiles down on me with a sincere look of pride.

I’m alone and almost there,

The magical place seems to burst with life even in winter.  

The trees sway in the gentle breeze.

The birds chirp happily,

My worries are gone.

All is peaceful and calm,

I can't stay forever,

As much as I wish,

But every single little moment counts.