We forget.
Why we are here.
Who we are.
We forget
how to be amazed.
To see the lace of leaves
against the sky.
The beam of light
falling on a purple mushroom,
which, to the beetle in its shade,
is a giant of a thing.
To smell the green things growing.
To listen to the dancing streams,
and the symphony of
wind and wings
and night creatures.
We forget
because we are too busy
thinking we are living.
Julie Atkinson is a wanderer, who likes quiet green things and silent forests carpeted with moss.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy