The forest

I see trees sway in the wind,

The lush greenery everywhere.

I hear the trickling of a small stream rush past,

Rolling over tall hills.

I hear the colourful birds chirp

As they fly through the wind.

I feel the icy cold breeze blow on me,

Like little ice spicks stabbing me.

I feel the hard, twisted bark beneath me,

And I think what a wonderful place this.