A Walk in the Redwood Forest
Time fades, the years roll back
The earth yields to my soft footsteps
I am walking back,…
Loosing sense of time with each foot fall.
I am walking through the towering Redwood Forest.
The wind is blowing through the trees.
It sounds like ocean waves far off in the distance.
Is it wind or perhaps it is the collective exhale of these sentinel beings?
The trees exhaling,
Gifting me with rich abundant oxygen.
It smells heavenly and rich.
Now, the wind has made a new sound happen,
It sounds like a gentle rain.
Loosened leaves, dry from summer
Rain down on my upturned face.
The sun dappled trees are so quiet in this cool forest.
The silence is so quiet, yet so loud…
I can feel and hear the wise and stately presence of the Redwood trees.
I walk in a meditative trance.
The only sound holding me in my time
Are the sounds of hushed tones and reverent voices
Speaking in this out-of-doors cathedral.
Shh… don’t disrupt my silent reverie.
Their sentinel message comes through to my conciousness…
If I am microcosm in the macrocosm
I am also the leaf drifting down to meet me,
I am also
“The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.”
― John Steinbeck