Little puffs of smoke, exhale condensed water in the air. All around you, surrounding you, through the trees it rustles. Why does the wind whisper? it sings to you a story, a story often told throughout.
Choices made, quickly decided, Do we linger a moment more? Do we hurry on our way?
We can learn much from the world around us, if we wish to take in and synthesize take the time and discover a natural world.
I need to fix this one, it jumps around too much, its unfinished