I enter a new world

The scent, so fresh

The smell of damp wood 

it gives me a great refresh

 

The damp moss gleams 

The sticky sap shines 

The rough, old skin 

of the aged, dead pine

 

The bright, verdant leaves

The gleam of sun

The trunks are cut short 

why there's a ton

 

The crunch of the leaves 

The birds singing their song

As I dawdle amongst the forest

I hear the crash of a gong 

 

The sweet dew off the leaves 

The bitter taste of loss 

As I talk to the tress

they have so much goss