The little woodland below the mountain, its peace reveals itself in the quiet of the morning, in its trees and leaves, in its birds and bears, below the soaring heights, in the glint of the sun on the grass in the underbrush, in the gray when there are clouds, in the lure of the footpaths that call me to follow, in the wonder of new fallen snow, in it’s deer and lion, coyote and bobcat, I come and go knowing I will be the only one, brings me a calm, in the little woodland below the mountain