Some of them have stood for a century,
Anchored firmly to the earth,
Their resilience completely astounding!
Standing here, amid an endless sea of green,
My senses are gently overwhelmed
By the magnificence of the forest!
Musky bouquets of lichen and mosses,
Intermingled with the heady perfume of pine and fir.
Intricate patterns on shimmering leaves
So many shades of green
Defining such splendid hues near impossible!
Now and then a slight crackling
Where a forest dweller treads warily
Upon a carpet laid down by the trees!
Birdsongs…sweet melodies carried along
On the warm summer breeze!
Closing my eyes, I hear my own heartbeat!
Breathing deeply, my soul is cleansed
And with my feet planted firmly on the forest floor
I am one with the gently swaying trees,
That whisper, ”welcome” to me!
Place yourself amongst the trees
In this United Nations “Year of the Forest”
And you will hear their voices…
Speaking to your soul!
© Annabel Sheila
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Gina
Great poem, Anna, my friend.
Your friend, Mark
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I can't honestly think of any place I'd rather be than hiking in the forest...well okay or at the ocean is perfect too.
Blessings,
Christine
In this United Nations “Year of the Forest”
And you will hear their voices…
Speaking to your soul!
The Forest is still my favorite place to be. And I truly hope many heed your advice, and that many will become Forest Advocates because we are losing them much too fast these days.