Washington, Forest park

Nature fogged hue descends thickly in this place\Leaving one realizing their insignificance in the grand scheme of their universe It is a sense of connection to the womb that bore you, earths womb
The trees ascend like towering giants, and you feel their place has been around forever, in the before-time, beyond-time
In spite of their girth the wind easily sways them like bowling pins
And they quiver and gradually aceed to winter's dominance, surrender their leaves, a sacrifice to appease angered gods
Then they rest in a slopping, hilly cradle Washington, forest park kissing, yes for they are but same tacks of land, persevered from white society as if a giant hand had seized and exalted them out of harms way
Unspoiled this land, magnificently stretching, the breadth beyond imagination and creation
What sanctity the ancients dwellers had to muse upon as they freely roamed
And now in present, the place for uninterrupted peace when I get high