Beginnings of the earth

Transposed to a plethora

Of utter beauty

Everywhere you look

Are tales to be told

The trees speak in voices

Their voices are untold

I smell the earth

The power of this place

Transforms me to a world

Another time and space

The forest is silent

But breathes from within

Grasp the beginnings

Of this framed silent space

Joni Kaye Behrens  e-mail:  jonik@yahoo.com

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