Emerald Forest

At dawn, I slip into the emerald forest.

Giant fronds sway, ferns prickle,

Moss hovers.  I step gently into the

blue lagoon, cranes bathing, 

dragonflies undulating

upon the face of the deep.

In the emerald forest,

I lay down my sword and shield. I

notice what appears, what surfaces.

How tiny flowers pirouette in the breeze,

I lay down my heavy burden

and let the heart dance.