a wet stormy forest

a pungent feast

for the senses

an aromatic blend

decomposing underfoot

drying herbs

smelling themselves

a persistent menthol

soothes cloistered lungs.

 

recycled water

fresh from the sky

earth’s thirst

never quenched

rushing winds

sound like 

blowing waves 

thundering through 

the canopy and understory.

 

a poignant chorus

owls

call and response

punctuate

the relentless

blowing wind

a reminder

that wings

continue their song

all the same.

 

a disharmonic

symphony

of woods

whining

groaning

grinding against

too close neighbors

i am drenched with joy

i am an atom

in this gigantic organism

not a witness

nor a bystander

to natural forces of nature.

i am one!

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