Driving through the forest It can be a bit like a test To know that they please As you examine all the trees
From saplings up to the heights A million reasons offer delight Some live through the centuries All offer their sweet legacies
Branched out in living memory The woodlands offer life to me Lived out in timeless regeneration Defined as these are by generations
Places like Indiana and Kentucky Call us out if we are that lucky Their living spaces breathe in our hearts As old growth patches find their start
Mankind finds its restorative ecology More a matter of spirituality than biology Root systems create an illusion of infinity As numberless as the stars finding divinity
Travelers like me realign our relationship Finding in God's creations a form of worship All of life has it's own niche and space Filled with grace for us to love and embrace
(c) June 18, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along