The Forest Voice

My mind and heart attuned and open

emanate beats in focused call to engage with soil,

with tree roots and canopies that echo.

Guitar pics beckon a theme,

memories string lines of past and present notes,

a voice that lingers bonding limbs, flowers, fruits and me

as choral magic of sameness floods the forest.

I breathe and listen deeply as the woodland croons 

her wholeness organically intertwined,

a vibrant pause that lives where silence resonates.

Bass line in low steady roar

each branch aligned in voices medley,

treble line holding back allows airy displays,

phrases softly laced among Woodpecker’s drums.

I am a receiving and a giving vessel,

a bell tolling that recalls shrubs’ staccatos,

a flute inhaling and exhaling with each plant.

Harmonizing foliage, a piano slow glissando,

violoncello’s blossoms closing bellow

as I respond bursting in merged unison

through the rich wooded lattice greens.