Wandering through the green gloomy forest clears my mind.
The sound of pure silence, and nothing but birds singing in the trees, and leaves dancing in the wind.
With water falling in between the rocks of the cold but peaceful lake. No sounds of cars beeping,
No big city, no loud noises at all Just pure calmness noise.
Dingos howl out to each other. Frogs ribbit with joy.
I prefer to dance with the wind and listen to the leaves rustle between the branches.
Walking around, my feet crunch on the leaves
My eyes examine each detail of the trees.
Some small, some large, lots with big, long, thick trunks
Majority with skinny and scrawny trunks.
Branches poking out like long, skinny fingers.