I have always belonged to the wild,
my legs seeking the solitude of long
grasses and bracken ferns, the queitness
of a forest full birds singing, the touch
of bark as I brushed against the landscape.
My eyes have never seen anything more
honest than the leaf, felt such strength,
such hope between my fingers. This
place is love, the smell of love, I feel it
seeping in. filling the empty places
left from town living, from to many
people, from a prison of expectation,
more and more, I shrink there my
mind brimming with nonsance, with
fear, so every morning l rise and go
home to the forest, to her songs
for my heart has always known
how to speak tree, how to taste
love, and my body knows how to
belong, for here l soar like a bird,
2 thoughts on “H.14 – Spiritearth”
“I know how to speak tree” — lovely line!
Thank you, Sandy.