The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness – John Muir
I once dreamt of the forest deity,
And she summoned me to her abode.
In a distant woodland where she dwelt,
Along with her old woody neighbours.
I then set afoot for her home where,
The path stretched amidst cool silence,
Of mossy boughs and coalescing foliage
Sitting in communion with their maker
As I entered the hall, I wondered
Who hath built those verdant roofs?
Made of vast overstory of trees,
Sheltering dwarf hedges and larkspurs
The living room had rugs of lush grass,
Embellished with primulas and columbines
Scent of wild Monet’s daylilies lingered there,
While corners were adorned with,
Dainty asters bathed in nothing just light.
Every day the large arms of tree servants,
Opened in grace and grandeur
To spread warmth and sieved sunlight,
In the household of the forest deity.