Wawona

Wawona
By Raquel Morris

The ancient forests
call to me

Mother earth sings,

“Let me heal your soul.” 

Find solace from mankind

with all his noise and foolery

His power always fleeting

Just a flurry of madness

Don’t get caught in his storm

Stand tall with stillness

like the trees.

Take each step

with presence

and ease.

Listen

for the gentle breeze

providing guidance

that sees

what’s to come.

Even fires 

can’t kill

the forest’s power

it spawns regrowth

and serves as a reminder

that this land is sacred.

The black trees

juxtaposed

on the snow-white earth

showing us 

the death in our ways

to be blinded by greed

to ignore the cries

of our Mother Earth

We’re marching to our death

As the trees stand tall.