In the Woods

This morning I watched him,

carefree and wild,

running along the path.

Between the tall cedars,

reaching skyward,

casting shadows on the forest floor,

he laughed.

Moments of stillness,

for fairy houses,

flowers,

and frogs.

Onward again,

I meandered behind. 

I could feel time

slipping away,

as he moved further

into the woods.

He can't seem to stop,

moving,

or growing.

He is changing before 

my eyes.
Slow down little man,
wait for me.

These moments we share

in the woods,

are a balm for my soul.

My place of comfort

is here among the trees,

and I sense

the same is true

for him.