Deep in the woods
Pointed hat no socks,
exchanged the heels,
for wellie pops
The path was long
Nature shone
buzzing bees,
bark alive on the trees
Some mist ahead
Wanted to see where it lead
Can see a rest is definitely near,
small but visible and, clear
Cottage in the woods,
eyes can see this is good
Stepped inside
A chair for one,
choice of three,
wanted the one just for she
Drifting now
Sounds muffled,
ears picked up something,
that was special truffled
Three thoughts
They spoke,
you took my chair,
now it seems it is not bespoke
She said this chair,
is not just for one,
you still have yours,
mine is in the sun
I like to sit,
and, feel nature,
on my face,
embracing the glow
Nature is there,
for all you know
It gives bespoke,
whoever is part,
of nature's flow,
that's not a joke
The voices said,
your chair is part,
of what nature said,
We now realise,
your chair came from,
the woodland here
Our voices are part,
of the woods,
as you embrace nature,
your part of the good
© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney