The Hike

This poem was inspired while hiking the old growth forests in the Pacific Northwest.

The Hike

Solace in a quiet world of
Giant trees towering like skyscrapers
Majestic limbs outstretched
Heady pine fragrance fills me.

Raking light in a wooded cathedral
Footfalls mix with dew drops
The path ahead leads to solitude
Hustling noise becomes remote.
Breathing slows. Thoughts quiet.

Peace envelopes me.