What the Trees Do
A Collision of Beauty
A friend hosted a small gathering of souls for a “forest church.” And I saw this collision of beauty. I was wrecked by it.
I was invited to read this poem as a part of the forest church.
What do you see, sense, hear and feel in this poem?
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