“…there can be occasions when we suddenly and involuntarily find ourselves loving the natural world with a startling intensity, in a burst of emotion which we may not fully understand, and the only word that seems to me to be appropriate for this feeling is joy”
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The vast network of roots
covered in hummus
provided cushioned support
Strong yet giving
So that each step along the trail
reverberated a soft drum beat
To my heart
As the river played along.
Old granite offered security
when the trail narrowed
or became steep while
Trunks and branches gave balance.
A tree called to me
Not with words or sounds
But reaching out in the cool breeze.

I laid hands on the rough bark
Sharing energy, healing,
Knowing without words
The power, the stability
Of this old, but not so old
Sentinel of the river forest.
I leaned into the power,
Inhaling its gifted oxygen.
Then let my eyes
Travel up, up, up
to the crown in the sky
Blessed with golden light.
My spirit filled with new life
My heart wanted to to stay forever
In wild communion.

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