Picture Perfect

Trees great and small, stretching up skywards, 

Leaves like tears dripping steadily from the branches

 while raging rivers roar like rhinos.

In my forest I see

Tree troopers marching onwards about to attack crawling creepers. 

Birds singing soaring, and spinning, berserk.

In the forest I feel…

The warm wind whispering as

I feel a soft sache slipping between my toes,

The small soft, almost silent chatter between toads and frogs,

The rumble and roar of stampede of elephants, emerge through the earth and exit, 

scared of slimy, slithering, snakes

My forest is fashioned from...

the finest Taylor’s of all Italy, embedded with the earth's beauty and all of space’s serenity.