There is a reason my heart reaches for the quietude that rests gently in the forrest. The calm, the spirit, the oneness of creation. I seek to be planted like all of the seeds blooming brightly. I feel safe, seen and grounded. Beyond the palace of trees, I walk in the line of chaos, knowing there is peace that welcomes me between the leaves. I leave my world behind to understand my inner world in the quietude of color. I remember how bright my senses are and how deep my breath can go. I am accepted here, knowing the natural spirits wonder if I can carry this quietude into the noise and still feel the present bliss of peace.