Singers & Poets: Today's minstrels 

The Forest Calls

By Alwyn

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Restful thoughts on a forest walk, energy flowing, there is no talk.
A mystical morning amongst the trees, the butterflies dance, the buzz of the bees.
A feeling of comfort magically born, one with nature at the break of dawn.
I hear a voice from times long gone; a ghostly echo sings her song.
A joyful message she imparts to me, a love of nature, a reality.
Folklore tales from her loving face, a wondrous beauty from the spirit of place.

I have to listen to those words I hear, they gently flow into my ear.
Reflections of the days gone past, the love of those that I hold dear.
A special feeling that is all mine, transfixes me to this place in time.
I really am engulfed in awe, in what I heard and what I saw.
I know I have a bond of love, for that voice I hear above.
I take another step along, the pathway as she sings her song.

Mother Nature has her ways, to show us how to live our days.
The beauty of the sky above, the tending hand of Mother love.
The wisdom of the silent trees, they know of course, all our needs.
The sleeping bird that's just awoke, the ivy hanging from the ancient oak.
All these things reach out to me, from their place in history.
I sit and watch the waterfall; I remember well, the forest calls.