Cathedral Grove

Never Met a Tree I Didn't Like

Dendrophile: One who finds poetry in the forest’s heart, who feels a deep connection with the woods, a lover of trees. 

Stolen moments in deep forest canopy,
sun breaking through rustling leaves; 
drifting dense perfume of spruce and musty turf. 

A spectrum of shaded greens overhead
supported by stalwart guardians
protecting the secret sacred sanctuary. 

Forest sounds ricochet off the towering trunks,
disturbed foliage floats down to the spongy floor,
tiny residents scurry under fallen comrades.

Moss laden branches extend toward the light,
dew drips endlessly down their arms
creating pathways of descending miniature rivers.

It welcomes with an air of “do not disturb”
while encouraging respite and wandering thoughts.
A cathedral that invites profound worship and surrender
to the beauty of life witnessed and entered.  
One gentle tree touch and retreating steps,
thanks offered for soul’s renewal and rest.