When the day is dark as night;
Thunder throbs and rain streams down;
The sky is grey and steely blue,
that’s when the forest calls to you.
Come, it calls. Come see and explore
a world of wet and wild galore,
while blessings drip down from above
and spiders’ webs caress with love
your head, your face, your shoulders too.
The ground below stores morning’s dew.
Come, it calls. And while you’re here
notice how the forest deer
take shelter under leafy branch
of understory trees which dance
as droplets fall from canopy
wreaking havoc for the bee
busy collecting nectar sweet
and gathering pollen on its feet.
Come, it calls. It may look dark
deep inside my forest heart,
but let me enter through your skin
my peace residing there within
to help you understand my need
for love and care; protect my seed
as I protect your air and streams:
A filter for your health and dreams.