You are the Forest

You are the forest
I am the trees
You are the wind that blows through
I'm the leaves

You are the pinecones that fall to the ground
I am their quietly echoing sound
You are the smell of the conifer pines
I am the shapes of the trunks painting lines

You are the light beams that shine through the trees
I am the shadows that rest in between
You are the swaying of treetops up high
I am the birds circling up in the sky

You are the sound of the forest alive
I am the silence in which patience thrives
You are the heartbeat and pulse of the woods
I am the breaths underneath its green hood

You are my forest
I am your trees
Parts of each other
Our souls with the breeze