If You Should Go There
A poem

There is a creek that runs through my childhood memories. The creek is cold and I never followed it to the ocean. At times a trickle, others a deep pool inviting you to submerse in its embrace. I have wandered along its edges. Marveled at its sounds. It is the memory of all that is beautiful to me.
If you should go there you must pass through the forest. Many will stumble through and never feel the forest. I trust in how you will feel in my forest, how more than sight you will be in this memory. The forest will embrace you and touch your soul. Endless shades of green. Shadow wrapping everything so you can appreciate the burst of sunlight it has designed.
When you go, find the water falling at the cliff's edge. Stand in the pool at its base. At the end of the cut of rock, it is quiet and I sat down, I willed a piece of my soul to rest there, so you can go one day and once more sit with us.
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