The forest teemed with life as we elevated further into the dense wilderness. Golden Eagles and Osprey soared above the canopy while red squirrels and chipmunks darted between the vegetation on the forest floor. As we climbed, the sweet smell of pine and birch trees drifted gently upon us. In the distance, the azure sky began to cloud, and golden beams of heavenly light descended from above. We climbed each step, becoming heavier on the legs and lungs as we hurled ourselves up the mountainside. Upon reaching the precipice, I strayed from my party and stood alone atop the mountain as I looked down at the mighty sea, endless forest, and soaring birds and found new meaning to the word peace. As we descended, the clouds turned a cream color as that light began to fade, and I observed that perhaps the path to oneself could be found in a forest wilderness.
He sits quietly watching,
Breathing in the silence like the morning breeze,
His eyes dart from point to point,
The moment comes, and he breaks,
Like a small white and gray bullet, he takes the sky,
Landing on the feeder’s edge to take a seed.
Then he pauses for a beat,
Basking in the newborn light,
Perhaps feeling life in all its complex beauty,
Before swiftly disappearing into the morning mist.