Sensory Poem by Violet Fink The chirping of the birds blends into the gentle trickling of the barely audible stream. The sounds are quiet, creating a monotone background of music to the soft green light if the forest. I sit protected in a hollow, the natural moss chair behind my back forming a damp support. I can feel the moisture held within the moss, keeping the beautiful land beneath the trees cool and comfortable. I am enclosed, but safe here in my shelter of trees and ferns. The wind hits the olapa, whose leaves flutter dangerously in the wind, bringing the scent of the musty earth of the surrounding forest. Cold, fresh water lands on my open palm, the taste rejuvenating and refreshing. Suddenly, the light breaks through the clouds and dapples the trees with tortoiseshell-like patterns. A shaft of sunlight descends onto the baby hapu’u fern a few feet in front of me, the tiny fronds clutching onto the light, seeming to stretch up from the ground and embrace the heavens. And I feel at peace.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 19:51:32 +0000
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