Forest Murmurs

Light makes lustrous the green of the leaves above; Waving forest hands, calming gestures, luminous Antidotes to stress. The movement of the air is no more than a cool breath, Down here, amongst the ferns and boulders, Grey from lichen. A sudden clapping of wings startles, as was the bird; Yet stillness returns, save for distant voices, The world without. Thoughts slow, rumination gives way to contemplation; Magically, the mind reaches into memory, to music, Summoning soothing melodies. Notes fall, in elegant cadence, onto the inner ear; A joy-filled phrase brings the comfort of familiarity, Remembered forest murmurings. The crevices of the mind, recently obese with anxieties, Fill instead with haunting rhythms, hungry for Their healing balm. Each step becomes a dance, a graceful pavane; Sure footed, guided by the music, cushioned by The softness beneath. Time slows, the moment lingers, reluctant to escape; The music plays, filling body, soul and mind, Bringing peace.