Renga
Constructed by Molly, Rhianon, Jeffrey, and Annie
Leaves crinkle beneath me
While a cool breeze greets me
Following the trail I know leads to home,
listening to wind, for the sound of my name
Cool breaths of the wind caress my skin as
fallen leaves and branches crunch beneath my feet
Songs from the birds resonate throughout the forest
as the branches whisper in the wind
The soft light of the sun shines through the holes in the blanket of
leaves far above held by the towering wooden stalks of trees
Enormous trees towering over me
shading me from the bright sun
Tall trees around me
little cracks of sunlight slipping through
The crinkle of leaves matched only by the
rustling of trees
Birds serenade the smaller animals dashing
on the forest floor
squirrels, chipmunks, toads, or snakes
Slipping into unseen holes
Moving, yet no sound is heard
I follow the narrow path through the woods,
taking in the trees, their leaf patterns, their art
After the light fades
The trees of the forest quiet
Everything green hushes
The soft glow of the moon reaches though the covering of leaves
and casts its soft moonlight on those underneath
Owls hoot quietly
and birds fly back to warm nests
Near silence falls like a sheet of glass
Only too be shattered by crickets
I hear the life of the forest
plant, animal, stone
the retreat to the woods renews me