I arrived at a place where the water cut the trees from the soil
Its underbelly was a frothing turmoil
And yet it appeared to me
That the water came straight from the tree’s body
From under the tree it flew
As if in its long travels, it knew
The direction in which to flow
And here it is I came to know how from the earth and the trees the water has flowed gently by for many centuries.
And though not the dam of a beaver will make it stop
Or the dam of man can make it halt
I see in this place I’ve stumbled upon that Mother Nature continues on
Without anger or sadness or deep betrayal, Mother Nature bids us all to hail her beautiful continuity.
The water continued to flow as I gazed and the tree’s uncovered roots saw the sun’s rays
But in this moment, I could not halt the water or cover the roots
So I slipped off my boots and
Stepped into the icy cold water of the earth.
Though I remember the sight of the water like glass somehow flowing over the mossy grass
The thing that will always stand out to me is knowing that this moment was meant to be.
Whether it took days or months or up to a year for me to stand up and come to be here
The land was building this marvelous sculpture
And now here I stand, stock still in rapture.
Whether or not I saw it will change nothing of it’s existence
So I’m content to be able to think of it in absence
Of the sound of water and bubbling brook
My feet in the cold
And mother nature revealing herself as an open book that reads
From the earth and trees we are to be and to them we shall return.