Song Of The Old Growth Forest

By  K. Cornthwaite 2011

 photo byJ Cornthwaite




The winter red
Chirps whistling
Its complex chorus
In a choir
Of other birds.


Its perch is
The winding Roots
Of a Western hemlock.


The churning pool
Of fresh water
Beneath the waterfall,
Gurgles and
Bubbles
Like a boiling pot.
The winter wind,
Breathing upon the trees
Swishing through
The forest
In the Night


The woodpecker
Keeping time
The swaying branches
Givin' spice
And all of Nature's
Other notes
Hidden from our ears,
Are all part


                             Of one big
                                   Something:
                                          The song of the old growth Forest.