The Forest

The sound of the crashing waterfall

With the view of the ragged mountains,

While the dry leaves fall

And the dappled light streams through the trees.

The morning breeze and the damp summer air

Of the shimmering water

And the swaying of the grass

Crackling fire with billowing smoke.

The far horizon where the water meets an edge

With the waves breaking on the sand

And the smelling of the salty sea in the air.

So l lay here and take a rest.