I found Vancouer Island very inspiring. Especially it’s lush forests. This is what I came up with after a visit to Rosewall Provincial Park.
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.