It looks gloomy and dark

My socks are wet

Standing there in

My broken, beaten-

Up shoes

Here lies the ancient 

Tree hanging over

An elegant river

Bank in the middle

Of a small dark forest

It smells like fresh spring

Rain has just fallen

A drop of clean water

Falls on my head as I slowly

Look around the 

Forest

I can hear birds chirping 

And twigs cracking while I am walking 

Around the miniature forest of 

Little shoots of emerald green sprouts