Wind is blowing through my hair

I’m stepping on the moss

The trees are blowing, swinging, swaying

Dancing with the wind

 

I look around and listen

To the sound of the river banks

A drop of dew falls on the ground

The grass starts to shimmer

 

Mushrooms peeping from the ground

I close my eyes to hear the birds

I love their cheerful voice

 

The blossoms are falling 

The fish are splashing

Life in this forest

Is beyond compare