The ancient healers protect my journey
they welcome my soft footfall
among the golden treasure of the forest floor.
I ask to rest
to be healed
they answer
providing a seat along the brook
a sweet smell from the pines.
It becomes my medicine
and we both silently show thankfulness for reciprocity.
I am a protector and can teach
the next who come to greet the forest.
These gifts are of glory to Yahweh
who holds each of us...
tree being and human in loving kindness.
