Guardian

Together we roam the forest,
walking the loam and tilting our heads to the sky.
I think I've found what it means to fly.
This lushness, envelopes us, as we lock eyes,
finally on the same page,
a product of our creative Nature.
We suckle, from this gem, that floats to us, shyly.
Lay back on fern cushions and
floating sofas.
Join hands, in this prayer of wisdom,
life is much more meaningful beside you.
Mighty redwood, mighty woodpecker,
filling up on the vibration.
Each act, an act of worship.
Survivorship, the background.
The foreplay of breath is all the sustenance needed.
Cool forest air breathes over our feverish skin,
a caressing balm to the duress in our psalm.