Happily humbled

I sit at the foot of a 1000-year-old giant,
happily humbled.
All around me they tower,
unmoved and unmastered through the ages.
How small we are.
Absolute calm reigns.
Canyons of time furrow their solemn bark.
Spider webs shine in the sunlight,
now visible, now gone.
Leaves glide to the ground, gently turning.
Dust dances in the descending rays.
A bird chirps to the left,
some old branch is creaking and groaning,
the little brook ahead is childishly gurgling.
The canopy above is gleaming pearly green,
swaying to and fro, to and fro.
I breathe in deeply and close my eyes.
I want to stay.
Assimilate me.
Please.