Meet me in the depth of the forest
where silence and peace weave me like a Cherokee blanket into my story.
Where the only sounds are of the birds
small animals and the crack of old dry branches beneath my naked feet.


Where I listen to the stories of the tall ones
and the ones that have let go to feed those coming behind.


Where every sound is like a flute playing a song of love in my heart.
Meet me there – so that in the silence of time our souls may sing as one.