Look above you as the giants weep
Knowing there are secrets they must keep
Capturing the essence of the rain
And we may not stand this way again,
Sheltered by the mountains that surround,
Steadied by the power of the ground,
Serenaded by the gnats and bees,
Walking under cover of the trees.
Here the night and day pass arm in arm.
Both hold shadows, both hold quiet charm.
Look beneath the needles at your feet,
A single footprint still holds body heat.
Listen for the crack of broken twig
And see the ivy that is still a sprig
Of colour laid against the spruce’s bark,
Another sign where life has left its mark.
Then turn around when it is time to leave.
Where one small seed has landed on your sleeve
A memory will grow for later years
To bring you back to feel the forest tears.
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