In the wild

I look up into the scarlet moonlight.
The stars shine upon me like a warm summer morning.
The light Autumn breeze blows past my cold cheek.
It blows up my hair and makes me feel calm.
I look around me and spot a moonlit pond and walk through the quiet birch trees, and see my rippling reflection in the murky water.
I hear a croak and see a frog.
The frog jumps away and I hear a growl.
A fox is behind me.
Its tracks are as silver as stone in the beautiful crescent moonlight.
I walk over and pat its head.
Its fur is as soft as a new cotton sweater.
It rolls over and I pat its belly.
I walk him over to sit on some fallen rustic, oak logs covered in damp moss that is spreading like a newly discovered virus.
We sit and stare at the dazzling wildflowers shaking in the gust.
I stop for a minute to feel the breath of nature fall over me.
I spot some sand and run to see.
I’m on the edge of the ocean.
I now realise that I’m in the wild.