Green

Golden light,
Trees rising up,
Branches swirl,
Birds pitter and patter,
Tid bits of blue peer down,
Holes in a green roof.
The wind caresses.
The leafs flutter.

I breath, steady.
A butterly, weaves.
Unsteadily, gracefully.
I am.
I am who I am becoming.
Gracefully.

I got lost in the forest today.  You would think that there wouldn't be enough forest on Long Island to get lost in.  But, I managed to do it.  This came to me sitting under a tree peering up at the green leaves.