Water in the Wood

Sun rays fan out in the trees

Shining show the gray mists' flow

That hides from sight in forest shadow

Tasted on the rain washed air,

Green is joyous full of life

Dripping down in lingering embrace

Of forest and of waters sweet

The rain fall past but not forgotten

For its journey to the ground was slowed

That it might be savored by all the layers of life:

From the canopy whose leaves face the sky

To the liken and moss clad boughs

The vibrant undergrowth of shrub and fern

Devil's club and skunk cabbage in sun touched swamp

And the creek that winds under logs and moss

The dainty herbs in nooks high and low,

Sparkling droplets catch the sun

To be caught in turn by green or ground

The water cycle's merry sound

In quiet drops and exuberant flow

With the taste of the mist in the air.