The heart of me |

The heart of me

Dear Editor:

I am the forest.

I am the redwood that goes on for miles and miles.

They reach for the summer sky.

Come see the ice-cold rivers’ whirlpools spin

round and round.

I feel the gusts of wind in the chilly fog.

I regain my spirit near the warming fire;

come and join me.

I am the forest.

I taste the fresh blanket of dew

I invite all to come;

but only some come.

I am filled with pine,

a wonderful smell,

a smell so mysteriously good

I hide it only in the heart of me.

Come hear the mighty roar of the grizzly,

come hear the eagle’s call,

come hear rustling leaves of autumn fall,

Few can see the sprinting deer in early spring.

Every day I grow smaller and smaller

Because of chainsaws and civilization.

Come rescue me

I am the forest.

Jacob Rockwell


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