From the Forestal of New Forest 08-08-2015
Here I stand
The Guardian of this Forest;
The New Forest
And here I have stood for nearly a thousand years; seeing men, women, kings and queens, come and go. I was strong; my Forest has survived and flourished.
The Trees know that their days are numbered; some still sentient enough to be counting down that number.
I have seen much and weathered many storms; but, I am no fool – I know that I cannot rule when there is nothing left to rule for.
It seems that the end is nigh.
Somewhere, a screen-door slams
A car horn is punched in irritation;
A baby cries for milk;
and the city mill keeps on turning;
But, I am here
Where a twig cracks underfoot
Birds are heard
And space there is to think the word.
I shuffle through leaves
And breathe the air
Releasing the concerns
Renewing the care
One soul in a forest
Alone for a while
In this underpopulated wood
In this overpopulated world.
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