We can walk the beach
and climb the mountains,
but let’s settle down
in a cozy cabin
in the heart of the forest;
my soul is home
among the thick-trunked trees–
keepers of ancient wisdom.
My hiking boots upon the dirt,
my palm upon the textured bark,
the sun’s light flickering frequent hope
between branches in the daytime dark:
never would those surroundings get old.
Call the dogs, take my hand,
take me safely away again and again;
under the great green canopy,
let’s all play and blaze some trails.
Take me where I need to go.
Beach, mountains, desert, plains:
the forest is where I long to stay.
Along the river, around the fire,
my heart endlessly flows and sparks
when in the forest
with you by my side.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise