A Forest
Fraying leaves and gentle whispers fall
Upon weary hearts
The smell of petrichor
Lifts stale, stagnant souls.
Magic swirls in fertile breezes
As mysteries twirl amidst the trees
A synchronized dance of lift, arch, and sway
Their only care is with today.
Detritus crackles, alive underfoot
Awakening sleepy hideouts and hollows
Wild eyed creatures flurry, winding through
invisible mapped out trails.
Ancient oaks tower over grandly
Commanding silence, commanding peace
Arms reaching out with fractal hands
Messengers that long to teach.
Invisible networks light up underground
Infinite natural fibre optics abound
A place more alive than a vivid, lucid dream
A place that lives within us, no matter where we are… or how unseen.
Shafts of light stray through the canopy
Illuminating dust, micro particles of life
Like stage lights inviting all to see
A show of real life… a symphony
of magic, might, and mystery.
