Shenandoah National Park, Virginia

A view of the Shenandoah National park as taken while we approached it.

Nature is lyrical in its ideal essence.At the Shenandoah National park these trees without a speck of green on them had a diffrent story to tell.They jus stretched themselves to infinity recless of the fact that they were looming without any bonds.

The woods are lovely dark and deep.I could not help but remember these lines written by Frost once I walked this curvy bend into the wilderness to ponder over more poetry.