Forests make me numb.
So old and so
untouched and so
much better than me.
I am nothing in this world and
yet, in my world, I am
everything.
I am all that matters, or
how I grow and respond and
react is all that matters.
How wonderful is this life?
How lucky am I?
How fortunate to walk
in forests and sit
in sunlight and comtemplate
who I am and
why I am and
who I want to be and
how I want to be.
And when I come up
blank—
too overwhelmed and in
love with my life and
this world, I know
that it’s okay.
It’s good to be so
overwhelmed and
happy and have no big
answers because
in the same breath
I have all the
answers that I need:
I am here and I am now.
