Beneath trees.

Reaching out from the strands of,
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The fears.
To let presence of this place,
In a choice of its own,
Infill the void and the avoidant,
Nurture of my nature,
With its own.