Forest Walk

Forest Walk

(and dreaming in August of rain)

The sound of the breeze in the bay

leaves is like water flowing

over rocks. The forest is a story

of earth becoming water

becoming air, (oh, not fire!)

earth to spirit; spirit to earth.

To listen is to feel these gestures,

like this cycle we live each day, each year

through seasons,

like our lifespans: birth and death, birth and death…

death and birth…