Bumps and Curves

bumps and curves while in between
ferns and trees, the forest green
like a canyon through alive
biofields through which I drive

everything is intertwined
underground and in my mind
everything communicates
reaching skyward each tree waits

every day and every night
through winter's rains and summer's light
bending as the wind blows by
always reaching for the sky -

driving deeper into where
I'm breathing mystic air
oxygenated all around
in the hush of forest sound

magic moments, mind expands
joining spirits of these lands
rising up above to see
all is so much more than me...