If you can’t see the trees for the forest, then walk in the shade of the wood; it is there that your heart softly lingers when you feel that you’re misunderstood. Breathe  pine-scented breaths while the lichen caresses the trail at your feet; there God’s song of welcome entices, where breezes and bird chorus meet.

If you can’t see the trees for the forest,
then walk in the shade of the wood;
it is there that your heart softly lingers
when you feel that you’re misunderstood.
Breathe  pine-scented breaths while the lichen
caresses the trail at your feet;
there God’s song of welcome entices,
where breezes and bird chorus meet.
What are your thoughts?