Soaring trees, reaching for the heavens.
Sunlight glowing golden through the leaves.
All is hushed, waiting in silence.
We quietly enter, soaking in the beauty.
A bird trills a liquid melody of praise
and the insects join in chorus.
(a poem written at the end of a gorgeous, sunny fall day on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia — October 13, 2015…a sharp contrast to the current frigid cold weather in January!)