Trees are not a tourist attraction
Nature is not a been-there-done-that
check it off the list
It is best experienced silently
employing all of the other senses
some of which you may have
forgotten you had.
Hands to caress bark
fingering the crevices.
Toes to dangle into sweet, bubbling water
and dig into the sand.
Face and body pressed against trunk –
our closest connection with the Earth.
Scent rising all around you
the soft forest musk,
a deep earthiness of soil,
A breeze that sweeps through the bows
Carrying fir essence.
Eyes to take in the beauty
which can not be described in words
(so why are you talking anyway?)
no, your eyes
and behold the ancient glory around you.
This is what you secretly seek.
Hear – no, listen –
what speaks to you?
Do you hear the raven?
The woodpecker in the distance?
The brook babbling below you?
Do you hear the voices of the trees?
Ah, but this may be a sense you have long left dormant.
Stop, Feel, Look, Listen.
Nature is calling for you,
It answers the yearning in your soul.
With a quiet solitude,
An ancient knowing,
A solidness of being,
That lies deep in your bones
at the core of y/our unconscious.