A creek whispers secrets to the roots below
A gentle murmur threading through the trees
Bird song spills from the branches
Wild and bright as morning
While restless flies wander through shafts
of golden light
A spider’s web hangs silently between two cedar limbs
Glistening with sunlight, like threads of shattered stars
And everywhere, beneath it all
The forest keeps its symphony
And for one still moment, so do I.
For a heartbeat , I felt held in a way I can’t describe.