My dreamy obsession; forests.

The colours twirl and dance.

Silence is the only thing that brings them life.

Silence that is not the absence of noise;

but rather, the right commotion. 

The symphony of the interworking's 

The breaking of twigs make up the heartbeat.

The singing of birds replace the breath. 

You feel these workings alter your own.

Soon your chills move with the spinning leaves.

Your limbs mimic the spirals of the trunks

Your spirit is at peace with the stillness.

Your soul is open to the grace of the Divine;
The way the trees open to soak in the body of rays.

Stay a while. 

You are one step closer to home.