Into the Trees Into the Winds

A poem...

I am found, time and time again

Each time unlike any other

Some moments come as gentle whispers

Some as waves, with the weight of the whole ocean behind it, striking without warning

This time, I was pushed, by a city that has forgotten its gentle nature, I was pushed and then met by the cries of a baby which carried me with the most gentle of care into the trees 

Once again, I am found

As the trees reach deep into the soil for nutrients, I too reach with them

And as I prepare to be one with the winds again may I continue to nourish these newly sprouted roots from the Georgia forest

May I be one with the winds and one with the trees

May I be forever lost and forever found

End poem.

Update in a nutshell: I'm amazing! Loved the treehouse hostel in the forest (pics to come). Just entered savannah, happy is as happy does;) Be well family and friends!