The acorn woodpecker’sThump on the treeAnd the owl’s hidden hootFill my ears as I walkThrough forest on aSun-filled morning

Canadian geese callsSound like laughterAs they fly into theLake with a splashAnd swim peacefullyOne after the other

Manzanita trees and bushesAre a deep red-brownCovered in lichen and moss.Storing the sun in their veins,Green leaves are lit from inside

Towering oak treesStand in silence, mossLike an old man’s beardHanging from aged branches.Poison oak climbs the trunks,“Leaves of three, let it be”

Everything is part of everythingAnd I am the tree, soil and sun.Breathing in, I inhaleThe life around me,Breathing out, I reach to meet myself

To live in this momentIs to be gratefulFor what I have and love and am