In The Forest

Amongst the trees,
reaching up to the skies,
and leaves bigger than ourselves,
in ancient forests,
flights of birds take off
in a flutter of wings,
in a burst of colors
like the spirit of flight
in a dance to the beat of the wings
and the colors: the joy of being.....

....A thought hovers, like a translucent
dragonfly, like the silence in the humming
forest, until the dragonfly flies away,
leaving the thought behind,
& the humming ebbs.....

.....The tingling in the forest gathers
lightness, the roots whirl, the skies swoop down,
the leaves are the stars,
the knots in the tree trunks are blackholes,
and the flowers are galaxies.....

....the dance eternal goes on..