There’s a stretch of old growth forest near Green Lakes that I visit often. It’s a sacred place. These immense old giants—tulip trees and hemlocks—tower above as I pass by. I’m sure their understanding of the earth is much deeper than mine. I feel fortunate to share a few moments with them.
Like the Ents in Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, I suspect trees find humans a bit hasty. They watch us pass by and wonder “What’s the rush?” They know the world will be fine without us.
I love haiku for the way it takes a few words, an image that in your head and heart expands to embrace the World!
These old—growth giants
feel our footsteps pass and fade.
This world, theirs once more.
