It has been hard to see

The forest for the trees

While standing in between

With arms wide open

Swaying in the breeze

Memorizing the shapes of leaves

And names of all the bug species

Bent down on my hands and knees

Planting seeds of my own

To make this forest a home

Knowing I will never know what they do

About this land and it’s inhabitants

But believing one day I could learn

SWD 06/2018