I found myself caught in the wind,
The air was cold,
But my skin was colder,
The air dragged me to the edge of the woods,
I was a little skeptical at first,
But a voice in my head said the go,
I gave in and entered.

As a walk i hear the sticks crack under my boots,
The air gets crisp,
And my air starts shimmering,
I see a creek,
The water races over the jagged rocks.

The water grows iridescent,
Colorful as i walk,
The trees sway with the wind,
Leaves crumble the the scurry of animals,
The scene was one out of a painting,
I couldn't believe my eyes,

I hear the singing of the birds,
A melodic song in my head,
The sunlight breaks through the branches,
Light resting on my face.

My time was over,
I leaves this wonder land,
But a question comes to mind,
Why isn't the rest of the world like this?