I want to be the mist that creeps through forests
and the atmosphere that lies thick over ancient woods.
I want to be the cedars that tower the earth
and the damp mosses that cover their roots.
I want to be the dark soil that feeds the trees
and every creature that churns it and lives there.
I want to be the dew in hidden grooves
and every fern that drinks from it.
I want to be the woods
and see as the leaves do,
ever changing yet remaining unchanged,
enduring the cycles of life
and possessing the wisdom of time.