I miss the footpath through the woods I share with buck and doe
While the warming sun kisses the earth with soft and soothing glows

I miss the quiet that calm the thoughts twisting in my head
Whispering like the wind through the trees around my stead

I miss the lush green meadows that tickle my weathered feet
Mixed with wild flowers wafting aromas that smell so sweet

I miss the early morning dew that soaks up the light of day
Shimmering upon every stem and leaf within nature's hideaway

I miss the eagles circling brooks and barrows to and fro
Counting down the days till spring while watching the melting snow