Searching for the perfect spot to sit,
needing to experience the woods in all its reality.
Sitting quietly, calmly watching,
seeing how the trees and saplings grow.
Reaching for the sky making a space for themselves,
in relation to each other.
The trees are gathering their sap,
storing it in preparation for the winter season.
Stop, listen you can hear them drinking.
The berries are ripe and juicy,
ready for harvest.
Shh! the animals are coming to feast.
A sense of calm, peacefulness,
a gaining of knowledge.
The true meaning of Mother Earth,
all that she encompasses.
As the wheel turns and the seasons change,
understanding what it means to the animals and plants.
How each acts in perfect harmony with the Mother.
The smell of the soil, with its entire total ness,
of life, death, rot, decay, and rebirth.
The taste of constant change and movement,
puts order in my life.