Thursday, 26 September 2024

Forest Floor

 

The forest is calling
I listen
Enormous trees surrounding
I inhale the cool air
Slowly releasing
I ask for permission
A maple shares his name
Gull, Gull, Gull
My right hand on his bark
He gifts me balance, protection and strength
A mushroom nearby whispers
"Be wise, trees have no sense of time"
The spirit realm felt near
An environment I could thrive in
A place to quiet the mind
I thank the maple, stepping away
The forest continues to sing 
I listen
















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1 comment:

  1. Bill Ferguson26 September 2024 at 19:21

    So thoughtful. So reverent. So peaceful. I like how it shows the respect we should have for nature. Well done Becca.

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