The paths lives once lived
Memories of past in the dirt
The trees know all
Old wisdom gathered from time
Century after century we wait
Decade after decade we learn
Year after year we nurture
Day after day we are
Rustles of melodies fill our souls
Sounds of leaves making the forest whole
Birds rest in our branches for we bring life
Decades of memories in our trunks
To the squirrel who stored nuts
To the pain of fire that scorches us
Water serene and still
Small waves on the surface of the lake
The depth of water far far below
The grass
Green and small
Earthy smells fill the air
Always there
Never gone
Damaged but surviving
Forests breathe with life. Without them nothing will be
Without them life is dead
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 9:52 PM UTC
The paths lives once lived
Memories of past in the dirt
The trees know all
Old wisdom gathered from time
Century after century we wait
Decade after decade we learn
Year after year we nurture
Day after day we are
Rustles of melodies fill our souls
Sounds of leaves making the forest whole
Birds rest in our branches for we bring life
Decades of memories in our trunks
To the squirrel who stored nuts
To the pain of fire that scorches us
Water serene and still
Small waves on the surface of the lake
The depth of water far far below
The grass
Green and small
Earthy smells fill the air
Always there
Never gone
Damaged but surviving
Forests breathe with life. Without them nothing will be
Without them life is dead
