Forest

Sunlight cascades down the trees,
Fighting for position on my face.
Leaves and branches stretch toward blue,
Making more space still.
The morning sounds of life,
Water passing in its carved path,
Birds diving to ground
Chirping whistles of the wood
As they swerve on the wind.

I find footing on the elevation,
Dig my heels into the trail,
Climbing ever higher towards light.
Breathing air deeply and desperately,
Every muscle stretching in ecstasy
As I chase peace down the path.

Toes tapping on roots,
Air finding me whole,
I leave nature waiting behind me
Holding its breath for my return.