British Columbia, Canada
~* With Every Breath *~
Fall is ~ my time of tears,
Intermingled with colors bold.
The time of year my heavy heart
Re-reads stories it was told.
I head toward the beckoning forest,
Crackling color of sierra, and gold.
Each leaf dies to be reborn ~
As another story will enfold.
Sauntering down the forest path,
Crisp leaves lips covered in gloss,
I realized my steps were silent,
As my tears mingled with the moss.
With each step devoid of light
The silence screechs and amplifies.
My sanctum ground does surround,
Our union simply intensifies.
With every breath and each gaze
Through haze the trees now tower.
Feelings of their protection rise
I feel no need to even cower.
A glimpse of sky brushed canopy,
Moss drapes pulled gently aside,
The testament to why I come, then sit
To work out what hurts inside.
Soon rainforest precipitation
Finds my soul so deep and still,
Cleansing the place I hide inside
Strengthening again my will.
Where it not for the forest, its history,
Times of joy and laughter once found here,
It would be simply just impossible
For me to gaze at reflectionís mirror.
How grateful am I this heavenly day
For all the gifts I have abound.
So, when Iím feeling sad or lost
I go deep into this forest to be found.
The Canuck, Sharon
[This message has been edited by Mysteria (09-24-2003 03:24 PM).]