That Greenly Land

I go into the woods of leafy green
to take some time away from daily care.
Such greenly grace as I have ever seen,
I find such peace and blessed solace there.

How many times I've walked here through the years,
each time renewed in spirit and in heart.
The green boughs bend. The tree sprites dry my tears;
tall spires against the sky my fondest art.

It's time once more to take that trodden path,
though frail and stumbling, unlike days of yore,
immerse myself in nature's leafy bath.
I still will find there what I found before.

I bless each bough within that greenly land,
where I find refuge, bliss and beauty grand.

for Kim's challenge at Real Toads: to write a sonnet based upon a colour. Mine, of course, was green.