Woodland Mission

©Jennifer Paige

The tall pine trees stand stoically ahead
Sharpened points puncturing the delicate sky
Shadows and light folic upon the forest floor
Playing chase with the wind
The mystics live here still
After thousands of years without recognition
They whisper their message of peace and oneness with nature
    Through the shivering aspen leaves
So powerful yet so gentle
Peaceful to those who can hear their voices
And all who still listen to sounds of the pure untouched wilderness
Time is slow here, almost nonexistent
The tell-tale signs are the sun and the moon
As they slowly make their trek across the sky
To rest behind the mountain sentries to the west

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