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Posted by Jay Olson
August 16, 2016 -
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There is a place in the forest green, where rest is often found.
A bench from the slab of fallen tree--the air is still without a sound.
Silence rules the deep ravines--whispering winds and trickling streams.
It’s a place where you can go it seems; to sit and launch a thousand dreams.
The forest drips with magic, for all who come to see.
It’s natures diorama--a misty green reality.
Come one, come all and take a walk along the verdant way.
Come to the woods and let it go; relieve the tensions of your day.
Sit among the evergreens, the hues of blues and yellow gold.
The beauty waits for all to see--a visual treat for young and old.
While resting on the bench of wood; a thought did come to me.
Once, this bench, of mill cut wood, was once a living, growing tree.
The tree has come full circle—this humble wooden seat.
From a seedling grew a towering tree; it’s now a haven for my feet.
Life could be so full of joy; I now can plainly see.
If everyone would strive to be as giving as the noble tree.
~Jay O.
