A Hymn in Green

Another poem to welcome spring, inspired while in the woods, as always.

A Hymn in Green

I enter at dusk
my cathedral of Oaks,
its pillars of Pine
inspire silent awe,

A living cathedral where
trees as tutors whisper truth,
their branches and roots
expanding without,

Sacred vines are blessed
to live among them,
contemplating truth
arms folded in prayer,

A cacophony of chanting
birds, crickets and bugs,

There are no priests
no clergy here,
all are equally sanctified,
all singing an eternal
Hymn in green.