American Forests

American forests
Cathedrals of soul
Verdent resplendant
Each takes on its role
To a timeless permanence
The bloom of the now
These long standing sentinels
Showing us how

With their myriad web forms
Their communication
Beneath the litter
We find their salvation
Enshrining and bordering
In depths below
Where the Fungi minutae
Is making its show

Lets us look to the sky
Through the branches and see
Their arms all outstretched
Exalted they be
With the lushness and freshness
That comes from a tree
The stillness the hush
To sit at its roots
To pick up its aura
For surely it suits

Moss green persuasion
A sapphire in view
Streaked and striated
Sometimes we do
See such recognition
Where shadows occur
Where the notion of motion
is just where we were