Understory
by Thomas Provençal
Eagles nest around me
in a canopy of dreams.
Deer amble through the forest
but life ain’t what it seems.
Mycilea communicate
the messages of plants.
The understory is alive
with grubs and worms and ants.
Microscopic harmony
rejuvenates the soil.
Every being plays a part
of mother nature’s toil.
If we could leave the miracle
alone, just let it be,
existence could incorporate
into our family tree.
