Amidst the woods where silence reigns supreme,
In nature's vast and solitary scheme,
I wander 'neath the canopy of green,
Where Wordsworth's spirit often may be seen.

The rustling leaves, a gentle lullaby,
As whispers of the ancient trees reply,
To every step I take on mossy ground,
In this secluded, hallowed place I'm found.

The babbling brook, a constant, soothing stream,
Reflects the world as in a tranquil dream,
With daffodils that dance in golden light,
A sight that fills the heart with pure delight.

The birds, they sing their melodies on high,
Their songs, a choir that reaches to the sky,
And as I stroll through this enchanting wood,
I feel at one with all that's understood.

For in these woods, where solitude is found,
I sense a presence, sacred and profound,
A unity with nature's grand design,
In Wordsworth's spirit, I find peace of mind.
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