Effervescence

in a forest in the mountains
trees embracing me
peaceful, calm as unseen fountains
are falling where I flee

from the city's loud confusions
traffic lights and too
all of human mind's illusions
now fading out of view -

on a mossy mound with growing
mushrooms somewhere very near,
a babbling watery nearby flowing
stream is all I hear -

it seems in a never-ending
peaceful gentle hush
giving way and too bending
silence into lush

consecrated sacred moments
beyond what usually
moves me sometimes to then grow tense
unlike how every tree

touches me by its presence,
in calmness I'm embraced -
regeneration's effervescence
is so divine to taste...