If a forest could talk, what would it say? A poem to carry with you on your next walk amongst the trees.
Wonderful. I lived in the petrichor soaked air of Maine, USA, and you have captured it so beautifully.
as if I didn’t already want to get lost in the woods, I read this now 🫶🏻💚🤎🫶🏻
Lovely visualizations! And I learned a new word for something I've noticed forever, and just called "that earthy smell." 😆 petrichor-soaked air
‘I am a forest.
My canopy endlessly reaching for the stars.
My knotted roots already buried in the earth.’
What a beautiful poem 💚
I’m so glad you enjoyed it Ange 💚
Beautifully written! I will be saving this one to take along, on my next walk into the woods.
Thanks so much Zahra, I’m glad you enjoy it 😊
I really liked this poem Donna. I read it quite a few times to let it soak in. Thank you!
Thanks so much Lindsay 😊
Wonderful. I lived in the petrichor soaked air of Maine, USA, and you have captured it so beautifully.
as if I didn’t already want to get lost in the woods, I read this now 🫶🏻💚🤎🫶🏻
Lovely visualizations! And I learned a new word for something I've noticed forever, and just called "that earthy smell." 😆 petrichor-soaked air
‘I am a forest.
My canopy endlessly reaching for the stars.
My knotted roots already buried in the earth.’
What a beautiful poem 💚
I’m so glad you enjoyed it Ange 💚
Beautifully written! I will be saving this one to take along, on my next walk into the woods.
Thanks so much Zahra, I’m glad you enjoy it 😊
I really liked this poem Donna. I read it quite a few times to let it soak in. Thank you!
Thanks so much Lindsay 😊