Alaska Rainforest
Retired mossy logs recline
on spruce and hemlock-covered hills
amidst oceans of ferns and green leafy
plants
while rivulets of water weave through
stones
and pale blue sky peeks through treetops.
Whooshes of wings, patter
of claws,
scrambling hooves,
raven cries,
rain pattering through leaves,
whispering wind through
woods
make a melody,
calming the nerves.
Sweet and tart blueberries,
seriously flavored blackberries
and wholesome taste
of juicy gooseberries
seem to dance across
the tongue,
while we tramp
through forest.
Underfoot, the uneven
ground, a combination
of rocks, moss,
pebbles, sticks, pine needles
trigger country
memories preceding sidewalks,
while a cool breeze
sweeps across my sweaty cheek,
and my pack weighs
heavy on my back.
Luscious lively greenery,
earthy decaying
leaves and dirt,
tangy pine needles
and fragrant wild roses,
with a touch of animal
feces and wet fur
quicken my spirit and
energize my steps.
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