Discourse

I almost forgot about
The experience of walking into the woods.

Was I barefooted
Or with shoes?
It doesn’t matter,

For I was greeted
By the dance of falling leaves;

Inviting me to rest with them,
And decompose
Into the earthly ground

I found myself

Transcending-
Perhaps just peering through
The language barrier
Between me and the blooming flowers,

And my kiss became memories,
Clinging on as
Morning dew on a dormant leaf,

Hoping to evade
Evaporation.