The woods where Gramps used to play in childhood remains the same as it was.
There lie the deep woods when you walk on the trail crunching fallen leaves under your feet.
Gramps and Grannies enjoyed playing there spending most of the day when they were little.
It is a perfect world for living things.
Birds chirp flitting from tree to tree.
Water striders slide agilely on the surface of the stream.
Frogs jump out vigorously.
They do exist and demonstrate their presence clearly.
They thrive in nature’s bounty, which has been and will remain our treasure.