The Forest is my church

Living green giants tower above
Giving their shade to all below

Tender green saplings eagerly await
the fall of the elderly giants

The smell of oak, cedar, pine, rotting leaves
fill the air with life and tranquility.

My steps are cushioned by the leaves
quietly crunching as I wander in awe

Wind can be heard blowing high above,
barely a wisp reaches forest floor.

Such a simple yet complicated creation
The forest commands my respect and admiration

Giving so much to us
Often taken for granted

This living church captures my attention
soothes my soul, recharges my spirit.


Palomar Mountain / French Valley Trail