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...