When we are lonely or hurt the forest doesn’t feel the same
we may not notice the sun streaks or the deer
watching us, nibbling leaves.
We might instead prefer the dark, the quiet of tree shadows.
fortunately, the power of the forest remains,
covering us like a warm summer rain,
overpowering our fears,
as the Creator
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”