Prayer to the Land Spirits

I see trees, I hear birds, I feel stones and dirt against my walking feet;
insects crawl on me or buzz around me, trees stand solid, and smaller plants bend as I push through.
The earth smells of rotting leaves, and of life.
I see and hear and feel and smell so much in this forest.
But with my greatest attention I will miss you, Spirits, unless you make yourself known.
Come to me; if you don't want to be seen with my eyes, come in other forms,
or even come in ways I will find hard to perceive.
I promise to wait for you with careful attention.
Only come.