In the halls of nature the leaves rain down to meet me
Shy flowers open to bathe amongst the eager dapples of light
Earthy archetypal fragrances manifest as home

And I, moist like  the damp soil of the Understory
cater to notions of running my gnarly roots into the ground
to penetrate

I give into the lust of sticky stigma
inhaling explosions of pollen
initiating my fertilization

The magic of the forest
requires that you enter it
get lost in it

Get lost
to get found