Here’s to the
forest children.
The wild ones
who grow up
only to learn you
never really do.
The ones who still
put their feet
in the water and
play in the mud;
who stop to smell
flowers and look
at the moon;
who realize
the fragile tendrils
of our knowledge
are pieces of the
whole, and we
may never fully
uncover it all;
and who know
how time is like
a whisper
disappearing
into the wind,
each moment rare
and beautiful and
worthy of pause.
Here’s to the spirit of
these barefoot and
braveheart souls
leading us back
into the woods.