The Forest Begs Us to Walk More Slowly, a poem


Forest (2)

In the silence of the forest
Do we walk quickly?
Treading the path
Like many –
How many miles?
How many miles ahead
And how many left behind?
Or do we tarry
A little longer
And dwell in the moments
Replayed in every single step
In the silky voice of the wind
In the crunch of leaves underfoot
In the faded bark of fallen tree
And do we wonder?
Do we wonder who else
Followed this path
How many
And when
What did they carry?
What were their dreams?
For those, their footsteps may have faded
But history dwells within every step
And the land – it carries the memories
Even if we never see them
In the silence of the forest
You witness history’s silent song
I try to linger
Never too quick in my steps
For I long dwell within
The whispered history
Of those who came before.

© Sumyanna 2016


Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: forest


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Love this! “The silky wind”. Beautiful


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much Phyllis!


      1. Your welcome, it was so lovely. There have been moments when the wind felt like silk, and it was beautiful and descriptive.


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