The way through the woods

Whirling, wild winds whispering softly to the trees,

A place of peace and no boundaries,

Be yourself as that’s all you’ve got,

Besides the company of the leaves, trees, sticks, the lot,

Small sounds scare the wild,

I see the critters run and I can’t help but smile.

The forest is like a second home to me,

I share it with many and always feel free,

I walk through the trees as they tower over me,

CRUNCH...

SNAP...

CRACK...

And then they all begin to flee,

The forest is a space with no rules or regulations,

So peaceful and quiet, it holds its own nation.

The forest is a place you are expected to survive,

that part is easy as I always feel alive.

My emotions are free, so I share them around,

For the whole entire forest to be astounded.

The forest is mother nature’s greatest creation,

You can go when you please without a reservation.