In a dripping rainforest
where mushrooms sleep
on cushions of moss
eons deep
where the melody of nature
is pure and sweet
and the water, untainted
from free-flowing crystal creeks:
-there is a world of wonder
I wish l could share with you
imbued with ancient resonance
of every earthy hue..
And it is here
I hear the whispers-
-echoes of ages past
and see the thrumming aura glow softly as I pass
Of all the energy of nature united in natural synergy…
I see spirits rising
through low mist that hugs the ground
and understand the message
that they share with me…
In my wanderings
I had stumbled
upon Mother Natures sacred ground
… and learnt that she had secrets
not intended to be found…
but I was allowed
to linger
in the untouched purity
of this spiritual glade
for just a few precious moments
was all the spirits gave…
Enough for me to feel
universal elements at play
and know
no human foot
had trodden there before that day
and as l stood in breathless wonder
of the beauty I had found
I left a token of my reverence
… tear drops on dampened ground.
Poetry and Art by Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver