The Bruce Trail

Long ago, seeds were sown

by capricious winds

landing on fertile earth

along Niagara Escarpment

Deciduous trees stand

tall, slender, reaching up

to sunlit heavens above

branches nearly bare

Crunchy leaves line pathway

footsteps pressing them into earth

squirrels scurry to and fro

winter time – on its way

Patches of sunlight poke through

outdoor cathedral hush

feelings of peace

birds sing to their Creator alone

Leaves fall with each wind gust

adding to coloured carpet

footsteps of lone person

walk along the Bruce Trail

Man, in all his wisdom

cannot outdo art of God

whose love for man is shown

by beauty such as this.

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