The Woodland Cathedral

the woodland cathedral
is the grandest one of all

the slender living columns
support a sanctuary

where anyone can see
the handiwork of mystery

the forest is alive
with goddesses and dryads

the air is thick
the understory is carpeted

in green moss
in molding leaves and loam

beside a creek
a small boy watches

for a moment
he lowers his book

and wonders at the sight
and is it just a dream

by Barry Middleton

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In this brilliantly perceived and wonderful sight in green moss in molding leaves and loam we feel the woodland cathedral. This poem seems to be naturally philosophical. An excellent poem is very well penned.10