A visitor in the cathedral of forest
A tourist walking among trees
that have offered sanctuary to dozens
of human generations.
I exist only for one fragment
of a moment in the life of the universe,
rooted in this world
for a minuscule bit of history,
a lifetime far shorter than that of
the chanting sycamore,
the dancing oak,
the swaying willow.
A tourist on brief vacation,
I claim nothing for my self
for nothing is really mine.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 251/365.
Desert Dweller 