Golden strands of sunlight fan out from where I can see the sky in pieces near the treetops. Not even that one heavy cloud could keep the sunlight's fingers from creeping beneath it to reach us. Us, who are rooted to the ground in awe, being enveloped by the forests cool, hugged in a comforting silence, being whisked away into a meditative state. Taking it all in, spinning around, arms outstretched "Here I am!"
Here I can be without judgement because the trees comprehend, they've weathered their Seasons too, had to stand their ground, couldn't flee, go anywhere, nor had the option to retreat. They stayed the course. Despite being pummeled by icy winds, blasted with the hot breath of hell, almost drowned in the last deluge, numerous tornadoes having tugged violently at their virtue, and their dignity compromised by careless individuals who scorched the terrain. The pyromaniacs; those who were out for destruction from the get-go.
And still, the forest continues to give and give without expectancy. Right away buffering your spirit with complete calm, a soothing silence that is an inner balm, drawing you near for an unexpected, refreshing embrace, filling your lungs with clean air, slowing down your pace, so you can hone into what your heart's been trying to tell you. And the sights and subtle sounds the forest reveals! Pay close attention, the path is strewn with blessings. That are being handed out in droves, and unbeknownst to you, you are leaving invisible footprints that various creatures, when you have long went home, will explore. Curious, as to how your lives have intertwined at this fork in the road. A junction in time and space left open for peace to dwell.
© Donna H.
April 12, 2026
Here I can be without judgement because the trees comprehend, they've weathered their Seasons too, had to stand their ground, couldn't flee, go anywhere, nor had the option to retreat. They stayed the course. Despite being pummeled by icy winds, blasted with the hot breath of hell, almost drowned in the last deluge, numerous tornadoes having tugged violently at their virtue, and their dignity compromised by careless individuals who scorched the terrain. The pyromaniacs; those who were out for destruction from the get-go.
And still, the forest continues to give and give without expectancy. Right away buffering your spirit with complete calm, a soothing silence that is an inner balm, drawing you near for an unexpected, refreshing embrace, filling your lungs with clean air, slowing down your pace, so you can hone into what your heart's been trying to tell you. And the sights and subtle sounds the forest reveals! Pay close attention, the path is strewn with blessings. That are being handed out in droves, and unbeknownst to you, you are leaving invisible footprints that various creatures, when you have long went home, will explore. Curious, as to how your lives have intertwined at this fork in the road. A junction in time and space left open for peace to dwell.
© Donna H.
April 12, 2026
