Shinrin Yoku

And when I walked at Newbourne Springs
With you close at my side
The trees they seemed to approve love
The birds did serenade
We talked of leaves and plants and flowers
And spoke of nothing much
My heart it sang like nightingales
When kissed beneath the oak
So if you walk at Newbourne springs
Let your heart sing out
For beauty lives beneath the trees
Immerse yourself in love


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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