Ode to Earth Day

Ode to Earth Day

Oh, the spell you cast on my heart,
As I sit alone on your needles,
Of pine that smells like art
And watch the scurry of beetles.

Finding that place of solace,
Away from the footprints of man,
Where I come to rest.
I feel at home and so flawless
Amazed by your subtle plan
With deep respect as your guest.