Dense dreaming

Forests call
The stillness of green surrounds
These thoughts follow along
The path of broken thought.
Earthen dampness
A soft moss below my feet as I pass
Each tree the lived
So long before me.
A sullen bird chirps
As the wind rustles leaves above
And somewhere close the resounding crack
Trees falling in forests
Always heard by those within
The confines of magical places
And the crashing down
As branches break
Then silence fills the space
Where the thunder of the Gods play
And I continue along
Finding my peace
Like gathering feathers
That lay here and there
Forming a vision
Of flying.