The call of the wild

This is a moment of inspiration during this awesomely unforgettable trip to Lost Maples park in the hill country of texas - ala the impressionists

Was walking down lost maple wood
the trees did part and there she stood
An elfin presence the woodsy sprite
beyond all reason,at the edge of sight

On she beckoned with nary a look
her voice the touch of the burbling brook
on she called into those inviting woods
into her embrace ran the path i took

The trail was drawn for me to walk
the call of the wild was stronger still
was my enchantment all just talk
or was my answer backed by will?

Natures fashion is a beautiful thing
on tallest tress that change attire:
from greens and browns of early spring
to orange in fall - the shades of fire

From dawns first light to dusken set
all day long the hues do change
what you once see you may not get
for there is no limit to her range

The brook that lazes on along her course
has cut through mountains in her wake
immovable object and unstoppable force
locked in battle that will eons take

A finches call is a pleasing sound
but it shakes me out of my reverie
i realize then the silence around
what in daily life one cannot see

do we really stop to stand and stare
all the beauty that she does wear
can we shirk? oh, do we dare?
to walk on in without a care!