A trail in early summer sings to me

Something about trusting the dirt path

To guide you on an adventure

And faithfully bring you back

To be welcomed by the flora and fauna

For a moment to feel an innate sense of Belonging

From this is where you came

To this you will eventually return

Moss grows green beards on rocks and tree trunks

Ferns playfully bat at my feet as I pass

I hear a distant rush of water down a rocky creek

All around me is delightfully sun dappled and kissed by shadow

I get rewarded by a bird chorus

As if I’ve interrupted them mid-worship

Which is fitting as being deep on this trail

Is as close to church as one can truly get