The Damp Forest

The sweet smell of fresh dew fills my lungs like cool water from a misty stream, 

Moss smothers damp, wet trees like icing on a rich, sticky chocolate cake, 

I hear birds calling one another singing a pleasant tweeting song, 

I look up and see, 

The towering trees, 

Which sway above me, 

Forming a dark cave, 

That hugs me tight, 

The splat of fat, cool rain, 

Slipping through the, 

Dark green leaves, 

I hear the crunch, 

Of dry leaves like crisps in a packet, 

Crunching under my heavy feet.