Forest of Love
As the trees speak, I listen.
Oh forest of beauty and grace
thank you for the energy
you deliver straight to my soul.
As I sit and be still
I am reminded
of what it means to be me
with this connection
to all that is.
I give you my hand
as an offering
of thanks.
You bathe me with light
as the drops
fall from your branches and leaves.
You remind me to breathe
in the most simple way.
My gratitude grows each day
for what you bring to life
as you stand and grow
roots that spread as they know
just where to go.
The lessons you teach
reach much farther than
you may expect.
The respect
you quietly possess
is a blessing
for all who can feel
the realness
of the wisdom
that runs through your veins.
As I remain
in your presence
I gain a greater sense
of sweetness for life.
I understand what it means
to be the strength
when needed,
to hear the calls of action
that have been seeded
as each season
passes from one to the next.
About the Creator
Morgan Leigh Callison
I love the written word and it's a privilege and a pleasure to share the ones that come through me with you.
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