Enchanted Forest
Morning star high in a clear blue sky-dome miracle
Golden sunlight splashes down green and yellow
Dappled shadows drive Renoir mad
Roots and rocks and dusty detritus soft underfoot
Squirrel chatters all puffed up declares his place
Tail fluffed, back arched, black eyes glitter,
Man laughs, dog pays no mind - we walk on
Young woodpecker hops branch to branch
Hangs on to thin flower stalk, looks around swift and sharp
Songbirds call and flitter, babies fledged and airborne
Old trees sense the sun, stretch and reach higher
Roots uncurl, suck up water, trade fungal sugar for tree food
Young trees unfurl new growth out and up
Creek flows down leafy glen, merges with lake overflows to river ends at ocean
Native meditation music on the phones
Indigenous voices of nature’s mind, tribal drum heartbeat, flute lullaby
Shaman prays to Earth for healing
Self and forest meld into one joyful organism
Breath in, breath out, listen, sweat, step and step again
Open like a flower, flow like water, walk in a dream
No past, no future, no death, no birth, no self
Just all the wild magic that is, was or ever will be.
