Come With Me Into The Forest

This painting ‘Come with me in to the forest’ evolved over some months along with this poem.

As the painting claimed easel space in my living room I kept revisiting it and the people seemed to emerge in the trees by themselves.

Poem : Come with me into the forest

Come with me into the forest Breathe with the trees, feel their signs. Come learn from their stories through the rings of time.

Come with me into the forest, we can learn from the trees, as they live out the secrets held in their seeds. Connecting and nurturing through chemical waves scents and sound, sending messages through fungi, deep in the ground.

Come with me into the forest, bathe in light’s ricocheting dance. Feel the barks tender bumps giving home to the ants. Smell composting leaves, hear the rising of sap as it stirs deep within us permanent impermanence.

Come with me in to the forest feel the pain of the saw through these life-giving companions, grounded, standing so tall. And feel the cycle of oneness that lives in us all to be filled once again with the magic and awe.

Come with me in to the forest see the trees from the wood, feel Earth’s interconnection, acting for all life’s good honour our strong gentle giants, forever witnessing change moving flexibly through centuries of the winds and the rains.

For they are symbols of resilience again and again.