Hugged by a forrest

The sun falls filtered through your hands that hang low to the ground

Evergreen, you’re never mean

to my eyes.

You soften the outer corners of my face and lift me to heights your summit knows.

Sample the realism of my breath that’s released when I expel the words, “You move me.”

You’re enchanted, and more than once have I believed I was made to dwell fully in your soul.