On forest paths,
bathing in a little more beauty
surrendering to the overthought,
in ecstasy,
in honor,
in illuminating grace.
Eastward bound
where your sky expands
and protruding from the land you plod,
mushrooms broadcasting you’re already here
you may as well breathe.
For yourself
for the ancient timeline.
This is your moment.
This is your path
to create,
to heal
for all whom roam with you.