Symbiosis

As I am in this place
so it is within me.
Its mountains are my bones
their streams flow through my veins
these trees pump air into my lungs.

So easy to forget, this symbiosis,
its whispered song drowned out
by modern life’s cacophony.
Return unpacks, folds out the spirit
reconnects me with myself.

This place, so strong, yet fragile:
when the trees turn brown,
the streams are poisoned, every death
of some small corner of this place
will kill a piece of me.