The forest is my last retreat. There breezes sing a quiet song. As flowers scented air stays sweet, My heart with music sings-along. There, nature has a love affair. Squirrels’ treetop tricks solicit smiles. The beastly beings living there, Array the day with fun lifestyles -- Protected by the land itself, All creatures seek and find refuge. I love to walk there by myself. In quiet peace where hearts grow huge. So, sheltered by the hand of God, Until I die, I shall be awed. 2/15/2017 Written for Poetry Form H contest