Walking among the ancient trees I pause.
Feeling their presence strong and stalwart. Stillness engulfs my thoughts until there is only now.
I feel my being open, expand, flow into the earth and up to the sky.
I look up. Drops fall great distance from moss covered branches.
These beings have been standing here a long time. They are so different from me, yet their presence is familiar, like home.
Some of them have already fallen, only stumps remain.
But the stumps are not dead, they are the ground for new growth.
New growth rises up out of this one.
Three trees, already older than me, and beneath them a mysterious cave.
The dwelling of the ancient one who's heart beats strong.