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.
I love trees. Of all shapes, sizes, and all the many kinds. I love to see them in a backyard, in a park, in the forest or a timber. Whenever I hear of a forest fire, it hurts my heart. It takes so long for their beauty and their growth.
Thank you for sharing another beautiful writing. Blessings friend.
Well written! I love being in nature; it’s where I love spending time with God; I take my silent moments there then I can hear from God better; or I think so! I know I can hear from Him anywhere but it’s something about nature/woods that block all the other noises!!