Ethereal, almost unrealistic.
One journey, one road, one canopy of trees.
Green, luscious, thus journalistic.
Spring escorts a petrichor breeze,
Like nothing else I’ve ever seen.
The never ending, plethoric tree trail,
The ebullient evergreen.
The viridescent canopy with ineffable detail.
Thick, flourishing branches surf.
Enchanted with prancing pixies.
Oh, this superior earth,
Am I all that this friendly forest sees?
This admirable, alluring, angelic canopy,
Is all I desire for my memory.