Earth's Garden

Sometimes I feel happy and sometimes I feel sad. It's the human condition to be one or the other or somewhere in between, but the only time I feel 'right' is down in the woods.  These trees don't need us, but we surely need them. Only here does the world make any sense.  Only here where life and death come together in a perfect dance, tumbling one into another with no sorrow or shame is there a sense of rightness. No disaster, no catastrophe when someone falls over.  The fallen just become one with the Earth again, and nourish new things to life. It's all so okay here.  If I should lie down and never get up, would it matter? Not to me.  I've dreamed it.
I felt the Oneness and it was good beyond anything our desperate human clamoring can understand.  While we struggle and pull and push and twitch, we miss the obvious that gazes with non-attachment as we rush by in blindness. They watch and wait, but do not interfere.
Here in the woods life has purpose and meaning. It is full and flowing and without judgment.  All is perfect just as it is.  No 'not good enough', 'not clever enough', 'not pretty enough' here.  Everything is exactly right, exactly as it should be.  Every leaf upon the forest floor has fallen in perfection. It is exactly where it's meant to be.
Are we to loose this precious link to our true nature?  Are we to let it go with apathy and inertia? Shall we just stand by while others take our wildness and bury it under concrete? Shall we all live out our lives never knowing that we have been given 'Eden and never noticed?
It's up to us.