Laying on the mossy cool
I watch the living skyscrapers
Green and drooping with their
Burdens of leafy bowers
Scented cedars spreading their
Carpet of soft needles
The incense of the cool forest
Delightfully assaulting my every sense
As clouds sail through the periwinkle sky
They seem close enough to spread themselves
Over the tops of the everlasting sentinel Forest Rangers
Who sway in the gusting breezes
To the beat of the music of the wild world
Long ago I abandoned gumboots and socks
To sink my toes into the fragrant moss
Losing myself in the sound of a small trickling
Waterfall
Pouring all of its tears of wonder
Into a talking creek that wanders past rocks
Under the fingers of trees
Dripping with lichen
A bird trills high notes of euphoria
I long to express
This wonder, of a little slice of the undisturbed world