I would love to spend a day in the forest.
Detached from the noise, fully immersed in Nature.
Silent and ruminating.
Books, pencils, paper
And my thoughts. . .

The winged creatures, in and out of the leaves
Bambi, are you near?
Wind kisses my cheeks when I need it
And ruffles my hair when I don't.

Well, Tree, what do you have to say?
Anything for me?
A leaf lands on my foot
And I wrap my arms around Juniper.

Of time I would be ignorant
But Sun might tell me through the canopy.
Slow but unafraid would be lovely. . .