Ace of Earth
A messenger’s trip through the supportive forest
We are at home in this forest.
Each tree known well.
It is not strange that I am out here alone.
Nor dangerous.
I know my way and I know what to watch for.
I pass through at a decent pace, on my way to deliver a message.
I have a day’s journey ahead of me and I do my best to shorten the time.
Soft leaves and scratchy branches reach out to me on the path, encouraging me on my journey.
I pass by a mother tree with her thick trunk and far reaching branches.
Steadfast and comforting she stands. Her branches like a myriad of arms reaching out to provide safety, comfort, shelter.
I send a prayer of gratitude as I pass.
Many times I have stopped to accept her gifts, but not today.
Today her leaves ruffle a soft hello, goodbye, fare thee well.
And I continue on.
