When You Walk Through The Woods.

When you walk through the woods,
I want you to see ...
The floating gold of a bumble bee,

Rivers of sunlight, pools of shade
Toadstools sleeping in mossy jade

A cobweb net with a catch of dew
Treetop cones against the blue

Dancing flowers, bright green flies
And birds that put rainbows in your eyes.

When you walk through the woods,
I want you to hear ...
A million sounds in your eager ear

The scratch and rattle of wind-tossed trees
The rush as a timid chipmunk flees

The cry of a hawk from the distant sky
The purr of leaves when a breeze rolls by

Brooks that mumble, stones that ring
And birds that teach your heart to sing.

When you walk through the woods,
I want you to feel ...
That no mere human could make this real

Could paint the throb of a bullerfly's wing
Could teach a wood thrush how to sing

Could create these wonders of earth and sky
There's something greater than you or I.

When you walk through the woods
and the birches nod
Please, meet a friend of mine named God.

Scouter Ian Ross (VE3ARE)
First Collins Bay Sea Venturers
Kingston, Ontario