IF THE FOREST COULD SAY

IF THE FOREST COULD SAY

If the forest could say

what it means to be alive

trees moving in the wind

wind breathing out the fragrance

of cedar hemlock and spruce.

 

If the forest could say

what it means to be alive

the scurrying of animals

and the calling of birds

through branches and leaves.

 

If the forest could say

how the rain and mist filter through

until the forest itself is raining

into mosses and ferns

puddles and creeks.

 

If the forest could say

how sun’s rays touch trees

and the forest floor

transforming green into rainbows

every breath fresh and clean.

 

If you could pause for a moment

to breathe her in

If you could pause for a moment

to hear her song

you would know

the forest is alive.

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