Trackless forest

Ferns cluster thickly against mossy trees

Dim shadow interrupted briefly

by shafts of green-gold light

Smell of growth, decay, water and soil

Life and death in endless cycle

Breeze shifts leaves

whispering as they dance

Small creatures forage

Woody litter rustles softly

under tiny feet

Twitters and chirps

sound from the branches

flurry and flutter

as wings beat the air

No path to walk here

No human eye to see

Just sacred nature

living, breathing

in perfect harmony