One day, I went on a stroll along a new path
In hopes of a journey that in my memory will last.
I entered the woods walking, as usual alone, and all the while
Following a narrowly rutted trail.
Upon the ground I kept my eyes ever so keen
Trying not to stumble on the limbs of fallen trees.
I often feel a bit off-balanced and a little clumsy
That the smallest obstruction could render me to my knees.
So very studiously I kept my eyes appealed
For any low-lying obstacle along this trail.
As I stepped carefully along the way
I was surrounded by the emerald greenery of the trees
That towered, swished, and swayed.
Finally I did gaze upward through the leaf-laden trees
Which whispered and swayed in the gentle breeze.
And lo, wouldn’t you know?
The Specter that was peering at me far below?
The glowing sun was so brightly beaming
Like a brilliant iris through the trees was gleaming
Beneath that vast deep blue canvas
Of the high vaulted sky far above us.
And in that gentle and tranquil moment I did know
That the Lord was quietly watching over me far below.
He was keeping me safe and secure
As I continued on my little adventure
Of exploring this peaceful forest of greenery
Where occasional birds musically tweeted.
So indeed this quiet stroll through the trees came to be
A sweet memory that has remained inside of me.
A quiet stroll through
The emerald trees becomes a