Nature's Laws
The sound of the dense forest standing in my ear,
The smell of green beginnings, of a new frontier.
Stepping over a senior log rotting on a timbered floor,
Gathering up pines cones, falling from branches that soar.
The life of a hiker wandering the wilderness without cause,
Angels of bark, covering wooden souls standing to applause.
The forest, where living is nonpareil and dying follows nature's laws.
Yorktown Disciple
1991
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