In The Pines

When the wind blows high above
Listen how it sounds in the grove
The pines that grow thick and close
How the smell tingles in your nose
Upon a soft carpet of brown
Your footsteps won't make a sound
Hear the cones as they fall
From the top of a tree thats tall
There in a bough high above
See the nest of a pair of doves
Hear one call out to the other
Wonder which one is the mother
Maybe she's there upon the nest
Doing what a mother does the best
Protecting her young from the prey
That may come by on any day
Hear the barking of a squirrel
Telling his presence to the world
High above I see the flight
Of a raven black as night
See the needles sprinkle down
To the carpet made of brown
Silently as you walk along
You might even see a deer and fawn
Should you see one be very quiet
They might let you enjoy the sight
Here is nature at its best
A life I love I must confess
This time with you I will share
The pleasent joy of being there.