Gate of logs liveless but once open into the forest behind it Everything is breathing and alive Vines wrapping around tree trunks Ages of foliage stacked on the ground and become earth eventually The forest is a local nanny embracing a whole lot of little ants birds, rabbits, ladybugs cozy pine whistling cypress whispering A few drops of rain A few beams of sunlight or moonlight and hoo of owls Part dream part life