This baptism of forest,
plunged beneath waves of leaf and
ochre green.
I gasp for air amidst my friends,
the trees - those prophets with outstretched
arms of twig and twirling embrace.

Rustling hymns of wordless words,
in pursuit of the phenomenally silent place
of a soul at rest. 
© Stephen Roberts

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