Movement
The small scurry beneath the great oak
The snout
grey
    soft
       furry
Probing
Searching for tid bits the branches have tossed down
The wet squelch of aged moss
yeilding, ever yeilding to the doe's delicate step
the fawns bumbling run
the mountain lion's deadly stalk.
Yeilding and releasing and comforting
Embracing with a soft squelch.
Water feeds the velvet plant
Nourishing,
it flows across rounded stones
bubbles beneath the majestic fern
dances with the sharp spice of wild ginger
The roots
Twining beneath the rich fragrance of the earth
Grasping
        crawling
                 settling
wrapping thin unbreakable arms tight
                  holding
         enduring
thriving
Laying a knotted earthy trail for all critters to run
Laying a strong base for boulders to rest
Paws to trod
and blood to settle, sink, return to the
Deep rich earth.
No past
No future
Just the soft willfull passing of time.