Old Growth Spirit

This path I walk with sauntered steps

has brushed my back with gentle breeze

whistling a tune of natural harmonies

and shaking synchronicities from the trees

Whose leaves dry and crumble,

tumble and turn

through my spiritual soil

nourishing this sampling

as it tries to earn it’s place

in old growth forests

of wisdom, love and grace

This path I walk with sauntered steps

has brushed my back with gentle breeze

whistling a tune of natural harmonies

and shaking synchronicities from the trees

Whose leaves dry and crumble,

tumble and turn

through my spiritual soil

nourishing this sampling

as it tries to earn it’s place

in old growth forests

of wisdom, love and grace

This path I walk with sauntered steps

has brushed my back with gentle breeze

whistling a tune of natural harmonies

and shaking synchronicities from the trees

Whose leaves dry and crumble,

tumble and turn

through my spiritual soil

nourishing this sampling

as it tries to earn it’s place

in old growth forests

of wisdom, love and grace