He who knows the songs of birds,
and the ways of wild fur,
will welcome his forest brethren through days
when cold winds stir;

He who anoints his body through
a cool mountain stream,
purifies his spirit,
and treads lightly though his dreams;

He who befriends the flowers,
and calls the stars by name,
will find his treasure through God's creation,
and has no use for fame;

He who travels the forest path,
and shares secrets with ancient stones,
is renewed in his solitude,
but never walks alone.

~ Soaring Spirit ~
© 2004