Moss Forest Scotland

The trickle of a clear stream,

Making this reality seem like a dream;

As moss covered ground starts to gleam

The forest is a field of green.

Mist curls and crawls on the ground

Another reality yearning to be found,

Leaving the forest untouched

Even by a sound.

An untouched beauty;

Protected by trees as if it's their duty,

Where you could just sit

And let your mind submit.

A domain of moss and trees,

Almost made just to please;

The forest will call you to ease

Till you are one with a forest of green.