Sprigs and Spurs from pines and plants
freshly scented by the almighty
sway over my head
as I intrude into a different land
a different world
not the one I have known all along
squirrels run up and down  trees
measuring them up
chattering hopping randomly on  gentle giants
upon  ground lie the dead
fallen in storms long ago
twisted like driftwood,
in random  patterns  like seaside waves;
yet not forgotten.
elegant and serene in death
protected by an  umbrella of greens
praying in whispers for  departed souls
it's a world of creatures as varied as chalk and cheese
the flora and fauna
in complete harmony
wildflowers and fallen leaves
crunch beneath my bare feet
I breathe the forest air
and close my eyes
it's a feeling of being truly  alive
under nascent rays of the sun
that creep through trees
gentle and soft on the skin
create calming  variegated impressions on the ground
I trudge along
taking in fragrance of minty grass
pampering my lungs
and wonder
why can't my world be as this  
why can't we learn to live in rhythm
be at peace
unify in diversity

-pradeep