Silent Forest

A Poem by Ralph Evans

The still wind whispered it's pleasure and rested,
In the trees, in the leaves, in the earth holes it hid,
All was heavy even the music,
The birds and their little ones quiet,
All waiting with patient faith,
What would silence a forest?
Twig and leaf,water, air and tree,
A daytime dream in this land of soft mountains,
Why had day laid down?
In this land, time slowed and crawled, moments endless,
Forever remembering a thousand shades of green,
Solitude and silence,
This quiet was not benign,
In its growing presence connecting strings emerged,
Light roots from underground binding all rock and earth and life,
They shone a wild light on a oneness not seen nor heard, only felt,
The strings in peaceful reflection spake of a pure and constant beauty,
For all to feel who would.

Daytime laid down and the forest sang a silent chorus,
Of one perfect creation with roots below in the ground,
Above in the air,
Inside the water,
And soon,
Into the rain.