Walking for days
in forests,
green, alive and fresh
on hot summer days,
delighted
by the lightest tickle
of a robin’s feet
on my hand,
seeing the forest
collaborate and regenerate,
every tree, leaf, microbe,
every living thing
just being
itself
in harmony
with everything
walking for days
in forests
where every drop of water
every particle
in this web of life,
carries me
once again
to the core of being
home
walking for days
in forests
where heart and soul find rest,
body gets fit and well
and mind
falls still
at last
when, as if from nowhere,
a large wave of grief
comes rolling in,
for the untold pristine forests
lost
for the numerous clean rivers
lost
for the multitudes of species large and small,
lost
and for nature’s balanced rhythm,
disrupted and disappearing