In one of the oldest places on Earth
I sat quietly among the trees
We gave to one another
Those silent sentinels and I
Our exchange as old
As the first people to walk that forest
I gave respect
They gave peace
They gave rest
And I laid upon them my burdens
We exchanged the breath of life
In a never-ending cycle
The buckeyes, the beeches, and the hemlocks
We sat together in silent communion for a time
Then I stood
And took my leave
A part of them came with me
A part of me stayed behind
There
In one of the oldest places on Earth
Yet There is Method 