Breathe in the Forest

Feel the earth beneath you,

soft and steady, like a mother’s hand.

The air is cool—can you taste it?

Hints of pine and the faintest

whisper of rain.

Listen.

A bird calls,

its song curling into the sky,

and somewhere, a brook laughs softly

over smooth, round stones.

Touch the bark of an old tree,

its roughness grounding you.

Each ridge a story,

each knot a memory

older than worry.

The sun filters through leaves,

dappling your skin in gold.

It warms your shoulders

like a familiar embrace,

as the wind carries secrets

you don’t have to understand.

Breathe it all in.

Let it anchor you.

You are here,

and the world is gentle.