My husband and I went hiking a while back and came upon this moss-covered log on a pine forest trail. For some unknown reason, it caught my eye, and I spent at least five full minutes gazing at it. Not that I believe in talking trees, but it seemed to have a story to tell and I wanted to take the time to listen. By absorbing that moment instead of rushing away, a poem resulted. The story the moss-covered log had to tell was told. It was a valuable lesson I hope I won’t soon forget – that it’s always a good thing to stop and sit awhile.
The Moss to the Tree Old friend, You’ve fallen But I will cover you with life There on the forest floor You lost your life and more Now, I pledge to restore They saw you dying Walked by, disregarding Now, They see me clinging And they stop and wonder Stop and ponder Now, Beautiful together I knew you could be free Clothed in my fragility Now, We blend in harmony I saw what they didn’t see Your surrender and nobility Now, They see union in all its purity Once, they looked at you Only when you grew Now, They look at you anew Old friend, You’ve fallen But I will cover you with life