PAUSE Click to Play Slide 1 Slide 2 Slide 3 Slide 4 Poem The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here.
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger.
Stand still.
Must ask it permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes.
Listen.
It answers. I have made this place around you. And if you leave it
You may come back again
Saying...
“Here.”
No two trees are the same to raven.
No two branches are the same to wren.
If what a tree or branch does
Is lost on you,
Then you are surely lost.
Stand still.
The forest knows where you are.
You must let it find you. By David Wagoner
When Lost in the Forest
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