Poetry is the memory — the language through which my ancestors speak to me, echoing their wisdom from the forest and her creatures
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My soul is on fire
To wander freely through the trails of the forest
To stand in awe beneath a galaxy of stars
To feel my heartbeat connected as one with the roots of a tree
We are all connected
Nature is our greatest teacher teacher
Who did my ancestors learn their wisdom from?
Sitting in silence, in the presence of the forest
Witnessing her creatures
Learning their rhythms with the world
We can still learn from the teachers that surround us every day
To rise with the birdsong
To spread our wings as wide as a heron
See your connection to Nature
Feel it
And you will feel peace
