Alone, I walk the pine forest path
green and brown,
twisting and winding
its way down hill,
Just being
Seeing
Look! red and gold
The path flattens and changes to
a carpet of softness,
lush and green and damp.
Then, flowers greet me,
Mother Nature's gifts
growing along the path.
Before I round the bend,
I can hear the burbling
and then the River sings for me!
The path beyond the river is different,
as I climb up and away,
trees are heavy with leaves,
oaks, birch and maples
and others I can't name.
Reaching for the sky
with ferns growing in the shade
of their outflung limbs.
And then,
a mountain laurel shedding its bloom
makes a carpet of white and pink
amid the brown and green
of the forest.
I am alone but yet not,
I feel the Presence.
I love the forest
and it loves me.
