Canopy,
covering,
protecting.
The coolness of the forest,
The subdued light of the bush.
This is where we evolved,
This is where we are most at home.
It must have been frightful,
to leave this protection,
to leave home,
for the savannas.
Returning here is returning home,
the feeling of peace,
the calmness,
the serenity.
Our eyes evolved for these colours,
although mine cannot see them.
Our ability to distinguish so many shades,
such variation.
The bush welcomes me,
like a mother when her child has been gone so long.
I feel her embrace.
I sense the canopy above me,
defusing the harsh light of the sun.
I stumbled here,
instinctively.
I knew that this was the place to come in my distress.
When will others find me,
will there be much left to identify,
or will I have returned to the forest beyond recognition?
I cannot see the canopy any longer,
but I know it is there,
protecting me.
I feel the embrace of the moss,
of the fallen trees.
I am home.
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