I feel a bittersweet longing as arching trees embrace my smallness like a Gothic cathedral, Spanish moss hangs from gnarled limbs like bearded monks watching and guarding me. Each plant, a reminder of the cycle of birth, death, and the promise of another life to come.
Every creature is a steward of some magic I can’t quite grasp but yearn to be a part of.
Nature soothes the ache that longs for spiritual connection.