The Forest
by Tina Smelser
The forest is my temple
Bless-ed all who enter here
Birdsongs sound like church bells
Ringing out to draw me near
And the river is my preacher
Teaching "nothing ever stays the same"
Flowing steady on its own path
Without judgment, without blame
The forest is my temple
Bless-ed all who enter here
Birdsongs sound like church bells
Ringing out to draw me near
Trees grow tall to reach the heavens
And the roots grow deep below
Underneath what lies before us
There are mysteries we don't know
The forest is my temple
Bless-ed all who enter here
Birdsongs sound like church bells
Ringing out to draw me near
Rays of sun shine through the branches
Like through stained glass window panes
It is here I feel the presence
That through life and death remains