A Slippery Elm Story
We all sure are missing hiking the lands of Equinox Botanicals and United Plant Savers this year… alas the woods await…
To the Woods
The essence of the flower is dew
In my life
Awaiting me
I walk, but never in the right direction
North, north
I tell myself north
It will lead me home
To the woods
Where I become me again and again
Baptized in a pond
Where copperheads rest theirs
Splashing softly, laughing loudly
I come again
To the woods, where I have found home
Again and again
Under the canopy of trees
Protected we grow together
A spark that began
Ignites again and again
We listen and learn
And become more than eyes
Cave dwellers, story tellers
We come alive
Where there was feather
There is weight
To go back to the woods
Again and again
To hear the story of the Slippery Elm