Tre Mace As I walk

As I walk through the forest I become focused and listen to what is going on around me. I close my eyes and hear the bird conversing, the squirrels scampering on the forest floor. The wind begins to talk to me as it flies through the canopy above me, and in that moment I am transported to a different land where I am completely alone. This does not worry me because the land around me begins to tell me its story. I can feel the age of the trees, and see what they have seen. I am part of the symbiotic relationship that has been around for millennia. I am humbled because I know that that this life, this relationship will continue long after my death.