We are not visitors in nature. We are made from it, sustained by it, and healed through it. The trees are not scenery; they are relatives. Their bodies speak the same language as ours: circulation, breath, nourishment, energy. To reconnect with nature is to remember ourselves!

🌲🌳Rooted in Nature🌳🌲- Poem by Crystal Emerick.

I walk beneath the quiet green, where breath is shared and air is clean. I am not separate- I breathe where trees breathe, drawing from their stillness what my spirit can’t leave.

Their lifeblood rises in silent streams,

like hearts that pump through living dreams. Up their trunks, then back below- a rhythm pulsing, steady, slow.

Roots deep in soil, branches in light,

they teach me how to endure, how to fight. How to bend without breaking, to heal without sound, to hold my ground while reaching for profound.

And here, beneath their ancient grace,

I feel my heart align in place. Nature is medicine- not sold, not bought, a remedy woven into every breath I’ve caught.

I recharge as an energetic being, soft and alive, feeling the hum of creation in how I survive. The trees and I, we share one pace: rooted and rising, in quiet embrace.

May we learn from the forest, to grow slowly, to reach for light,

to return to our roots, and to heal without asking permission. When we honor nature, we remember who we are! 🥰💕