forest song

I hear the chatter of anxious birds. The wind and rain have shredded their nests. A sudden flight of wings fill wispy petals of clouds passing over.
beneath the tall pines I hear  creaking branches stretch like old bones.
Needing to be heard, the brittle crunch of leaves beneath my feet make their sound.
A White tail deer watches from a grassy knoll, his majestic antlers in silhouette against the splintered rays of sunset. My breath is but a whisper in this sacred place that offers everything and asks for nothing.

art by Lazada Philipine