Vancouver Island war für mich sehr inspirierend. Insbesondere, was die saftig grünen Wälder angeht. Nach einem Besuch im Rosewall Provincial Park hatte ich eine kleine poetische Eingebung.

Trees

I’m sure they talk sometimes and hum when nobody listens.

About the breeze up there rumpling their leafy crowns.
About slugs tickling their bursted bark.
About green moss hanging from their branches like fairy hair.
About wanderers lingering on their strong roots.
About raindrops dripping down their stems.

They’re mild and calm.
They spread energy to those who walk by.
They stay strong.

Usually.