Pinewood trees

A little ladybird flutters off my hand and into the depths of the woods

I stroll in, basking in the dappled sunlight of the rich pine trees

The luscious green leaves crunch under the soles of my bare feet

The pungent scent of the pine wood trees thick in the air

As the leaves dance and rustle in the light wind

A little ladybird flutters its tiny wings in the afternoon sun