Nature is my solace, I shall always want.
She makes me lay down in lush green meadows.
She leads me beside bubbling brooks.
She takes me on paths of splendor and wonder.
She restores my soul.
Ye, as I walk through the valley in the shadow of a tree,
I will hear no human.
My walking stick and my pack…they comfort me.
She’s prepared a view before me, in the presence of my eyes,
and anoints my head with a cool rejuvenating rain,
til my soul cup runs over.
Surely goodness, character and peace will follow me
all the days of my life, and I will dwell in her open spaces
till we part.
-C. H. Eldridge