Look to the Trees, Bend with the Breeze

I’ve sent out several copies of my manuscript to “early readers” for feedback. One of them sent me this poem, saying the words in my book made her remember the poem. I am glad she did. The poem resonates for me with my love and respect for nature, the lessons I learn when I walk in the woods.
Mist of the Clearing Storm
Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

~ David Wagoner ~

(Riverbed)