I close my eyes to better see
The place I go when I’m alone,
A woodland where there’s only me:
My cares have all been left at home.

The sunlight dapples through the leaves
And birdsong drifts across the air.
The solitude I have achieved
Brings peace to mind while I am there.

I walk along my well-worn track,
Wind between the moss-clad towers.
No end in mind, nor turning back,
Passing countless shady bowers.

And now a clearing ‘midst the copse
Approaches and is soon attained,
Where for a spell my progress stops
While I reflect on calm regained.