The forest floor is sparsely illuminated as light filters through the canopy.
The light is heavy-laden with green pigmentation.
We are the voices of the trees as we climb their trunks and traverse their roots. Every step is a beautiful introduction.
The Earth is soft, and absorbs each footfall.
High above is a slight rustle as a bird hops from his nest into graceful flight.
Each tree portray a character that for years he has been learning to play.
But what strikes me more than the character of the trees is the profound silence they command.
I think that when my time comes to leave this place, my soul will find its way home to California and nestle itself into the welcoming branches of the redwood trees.