Lifesong

Gently stepping through the damp undergrowth, These mist-kissed woods I witnessed eons ago, Chanting my melody, my saga, my oath, Its meaning we both still strive to know. Flow, humble river- splash upon the shore of our remembrance. Unravel, swaying leaves- unsheathe your stems; open my ears to your desire. Spread, humble earth- reveal my journey, let my voice give guidance. Caress, majestic wind- echo our lifesong in your ethereal choir: “O, tell me of that one green child- Who galloped upon emerald grassy-flaxy brush, Scraping knees against gravel and moss-ridden wild, Sojourning ancient lands mystic and lush.” Resting against stern musty oak, I watched your delicate fingers sway, Another whistle, another reminiscent note- Has your enchanting melody always sounded this way? Lifting the paper-thin leaves of our past, another stanza we wrote. “With charring-blinding bursts, jagged scars stretched on inky-murky chasm, Molten pillars stretched, icy-hot shards of screeching flame delighted, Shrill laughter resonated from the flame- as the Earth began to spasm. Yet... the child did not move. The green-child could not move. His world had ignited.” Pushing my hands against your warm, crumbly bark I felt for a foot-hole, And I began to climb up your arm, solemn and strong, I listened deeply to the rhythm of your luminous soul, As I once again remembered our nostalgic song. “And so the green-forest was crushed and seared, And so was the green-child, his heart set ablaze, his love disappeared, He traveled the endless world for many years, star-lit nights and sun-bright days, Until finally, his love had brought him back here.” And so the green-man, embraced the reborn forest. And so the green-forest embraced the reborn child.