Days grow shorter in October

When the wind blows from the North.

Autumn leaves drift gently downward

As tall trees bend back and forth.

 

Breezes dance across my face

And leave cold kisses on my cheeks.

I feel alive as I walk

The forest floor where Nature speaks.

 

Joy arises in my soul

When I touch trees with my hands.

I feel a part of tree and wind.

Few people really understand.

Come and listen to the silence.

Feel God’s Spirit all-a-round.

When you walk in the forest,

Know you’re touching sacred ground.

-Yu/stan/kema-