Noiseless sanctity speaks volumes
in forest carpeted moss-covered
roots and crushed pieces of tree-laden timber.
I listen to the pump of my heart
resounding with Nature’s rhythm.
Sounds of birds singing
echo through tree scattered
Oak, Chestnut, Spruce,
and White Pine.
Resting on the rim of the sloped
ravine, attending to water’s
crashing sound, I am
aware of another place,
lifting my spirit to sights unseen.