Remember the Forest

I now remember the forest,

waving with gentle presence

trees friendly nodding my way

Walking on that trail

of her own choosing

I was that girl,

too scared to enjoy her freedom,

too discouraged to look up and see

leafs, applauding the breeze,

filtering the light of August sun

to a cooling shade of green

I was that girl,

too sad to hear birdsong breathing

through the rich, earthy air of a summer day

Breaking through

this silence of heart,

dancing to the tunes of insects,

carefree humming

through their own afternoon,

to let her know that they sang for her,

that she had no choice

but breathe in birdsong with the air,

to let her know that the forest

kissed the soles of her feet,

every step of the way