Through the Woods

This poem is inspired by the sheer beauty of nature.  Enjoy!

Through the woods I wander by,
out of the sight of the naked eye,
through the flowers in full bloom,
and past the eve rising trees I walk.
Is it life or is it death?
This heavenly world before my eyes,
so mystical in its beauty,
I wonder if I'm still alive.
Never stopping, never sleeping,
this world's alive past any doubt,
the birds in song will never die,
and this unearthly place will live
throughout the darkest night.
Through the woods I wander by,
out of the sight of the naked eye,
never to be seen again,
I walk where there is no end.