Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called
Here,
And you must treat is as a powerful
stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listens. It answers,
I have make this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again,
saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest
knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.