In the Forest

In the forest, the mist convene,
magically stroking the pinnacles of ancient giant redwoods,
forming sweet deliquescence, becoming dense,
becoming dew drops descending to quench the thirsty forest floor below.

The eager Western Sword Ferns hastily welcome the gift from above
as if surrounded by a rush of life,
suddenly invigorated, vitality renewed.

The sleepy Redwood Sorrels awaken to a renewed zest,
happily soaking at the sight of the diminutive torrential downpour
provided by the fusion of vapor and trees.

The mixed understory of moss covered Tanoak, Rhododendrons, Madrone, Red Alder, and California bay
rise to a thundering applause as tiny dew drops trickle down to wash the old growth
and eventually give way to Fir and second growth redwoods.

The sight of life reverberates within me;
I can hear the redwoods speak their ancient tongue like vast tides of everlasting insight,
allowing me a glimpse of their jade and verdant world,
sharing with me their timeless wisdom.

Today, there is no grief or discomfort,
just my absence from the doldrums of modern life
and floating in a timeless presence beyond place amongst giants.

The forest is alive…look and see.