I slowly trudged my way through the mighty forest,
Grabbing onto the gleaming green mossy trunks,
Trying not now to fall face first in the fresh dirt.
Why am I here?
I'm searching for answers, but I haven't a clue what
I'm looking for. Maybe my solutions to life are
Folded away in a cranny between two branches,
Or perhaps they've been crammed down an ancient
Wooden log. Where do I start?
What questions do I ask? I continue down
The pathless tree haven, dodging spider webs
And sprouting flowers. I meekly bend branches away
Making a clearing for me to quietly creep through.
I sharply inhale the scents of baking pine and damp dirt.
It's heady, my body switches to auto pilot as I keep
Going and going.
Until....it hits me.
This forest is pure, untouched, untainted, simple.
Until I scattered my foreign footprints all over the ground.
Complicating the environment and compromising
Hushed habitats. From losing myself in the woody wonderland
I've learned that life starts out so untainted and simple,
It's our choice if we want to keep it that way.