Should I succumb to the forest?
Let the moss
creep over ribs and settle in hollows
Let her leave an effervescent trail,
when the dew settles.

Or when the rain falls
Should I?
Let her water reach its fingers into valleys
As the level rises
With nothing left to restrain it
Until it gushes forth.

As the mist settles again before the heat of the afternoon
The forest reminds its own
She cannot be had
But continues to beckon.

The dew will settle

And the rain will come