The Gifts of Nature

Tall towering trees arch long arms over me,
Holding me safe.
Twisting bark maps the journey
Of each and every person who walked this path.
Leafy fronds of ferns
Twirl and dance to the whistling wind.
Lichen creeps over dappled grey rocks,
Weathered and worn, grey and strong.
Shafts of sunlight pucture the canopy,
Dappling the ground in yellow and gold.
I dig my fingers into the rich brown earth,
And feel hidden warmth,
A gift from the long-gone sunrise.