Mysteries of the mato

The forest has a sound that the city does drown and in cold streets drifts away

Ancient wisdom profound, nature's music through air and ground, where leaves do play

Birds unseen behind a screen of emerald green sing an undeciphered song

Along shaded trails, beyond leafy veils, trees wear a vine woven sarong

A waterfall chorus, over rock drums porous plays liquid lullaby dreams

Poems of the breeze sift through branch's net of trees, riding golden sunbeams

Smell of enchanted soil, a recipe of ten thousand years toil, black gold

A mushroom covered log, a painted frog, dark secrets of stories untold

Voices of the past call, from beyond a wood wall, forest spirits live here

Branches speak in a creak, a squeak becomes a shriek, darkness brings fear

But no need for fright in the womb of maternal might, held in a mother's arm

Blankets of slumbering earth, cradle of birth, in nature's nursery there is no harm

Spirits of the past in a forest vast fill the moss covered trunk of every tree

Under canopy torn in rain storm, a lodging for travelers without a fee

Reviews

[RomaJ]

This is beautiful Soren. I like how you paint a picture of the forest..." screen of emerald green" "trees wear a vine woven sarong" Sometimes it's nice to escape the concrete sounds of the city or even our own home. There's just nothing that can compare to the sounds and beauty of nature and fresh air is always good. Where I live, the surrounding lands are just jungle. Sometimes I like to hike and walk through it and yes, even though I am born and raised here, I still get a chill walking around alone. There’s no wild predator that will attack me or my dog.. but sometimes, I feel the jungle is alive with ancestral spirits and I can feel them watching me... even in broad daylight.. sometimes it feels intense that I will actually back track and say, "pardon me, please, I am just passing through, forgive me if I disturb anything " I write it in english here but I would say that in my native tongue, but I'm sure the ancestral spirits will understand any language, as long as it is respectful. Growing up here, us locals will always ask permission before stepping into a jungle or forest, as a sign of respect to the ancestral spirits. When I was younger. I walked anywhere even at night and was never afraid.. maybe I've gotten more superstitious as I've gotten older but I still would not disrespect the ancestral spirits, that was ingrained into me as a child haha. I enjoyed reading this piece, Soren.

Roma

[Soren]

Thank you Roma for your review and understanding. I was born in the US and raised there but now have the privilege to live with forest all around me and like you have a deep respect for it and all life. I to even when weeding the garden will ask forgiveness to each wee I pull. I feel the spirits of the trees and flowers each and every moss and weed. The speak softly but if one listens one can hear them.