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.
