Before I walk into the forest,

and the palms of my hands trace

the lines of her bark as I walk by,

I stop, exhale, and ask if I may enter.

In stopping, I am met with a softening,

the tread of my foot lightens.

Only then do I step forth,

in the knowing that I am welcome

in the state of gentle intention.

May you too tread softly here,

and may you be met with the gentleness you seek.