Want to re-connect to the earth? Take a walk in an old growth forest on a damp, breezy day. Take in the smells, appreciate the profusion of life everywhere you look, and feel the connection – wind, to wood, to earth.
Ghosts of Giants
I walk alone
On a cool Autumn day
The grounds mossy carpet
Cushions my way
The mist like ribbons
Growing a string of pearls
On a burdened web of silkAround the corner
I enter the courtyard
Where giants once ruled
The sentinels of the forest
12 centuries they stoodIf only skyscrapers of wood
Could last so long
As these buttressed oxygen factories
Spreading their canopies
To offer shade
And a dry place to sleep
To a weary forest travellerA sudden gust of wind
A reminder of the winter to come
The floor beneath me moves
As roots dig in to earth
The connection is deep
Wind….to wood….to EarthI am but a visitor
In awe of this place
For very few remain
And as I pass the courtyard
I leave it as before
A primeval, magical place
The balance is again restored