In The Forest

In the forest when I look at the sky, it looks like a five year old scribbled black ink over the azure sky.
In the forest when I feel the wind wind caress my face and ruffle my dark brown hair I feel so happy I could die.
In the forest when I smell the flowers, the sweet, pungent scent intoxicates me in its own way.
In the forest taste when I taste the crisp fresh water of the stream, the rushing water beckons for me to stay.
In the forest when I hear the birds sing their interlude, I wonder what they really want to say.