Deep within the falcon gorge.
When the fall colours surge.
Then wandering is the natural urge.
There seems to be a simple purge.
No direct sunlight reaches this ground.
No wind, no service, no outside sound.
The hemlock canopy predicts the night.
Solitude in the filtered light.
An eclipse of nature to fool the senses.
A green ceiling so comprehensive.
A cathedral of trunks and branches.
A paradise, no roads, no fences.
Should I dare to invade this space.
To move within its subtle grace.
Alone and not alone.
Knowing and the all knowing.
Here in nature's womb.
Artistic flowers bloom.
I don't know if there is a higher power.
Than standing in this woodland tower.