Carbon Zen

Thinking about the zen i find within the wildwood. Trees blackened by rain the night before. Leaves of vivid Emerald and Jade, enerizes my body. Movement flowing through my being, with fantasy like grace. Colors only amplified by the warm, swaying glow of sun beams reaching for the cool damp ground. As to bring the essence of life itself. I breath in, carbon filling my lungs... now breath out, eyes following particals in the light. My Ascent begins, unraveling the knotted ball of roots within my subconsious. I'm almost here. Letting go of the breath I held, that pinned me down, only allowing me to be free when im away. My music pulsing through my bones, matching mother natures heart beat. My feet lifting off the dirt and dead leaves. In a state of union, while I glide among the stick like saplings. Allowing myself to see the persective of the wind. Feeling every gentle push, pull, spin, and twist. The turning air smelling like honeysuckle. Elegantly dancing among the falling flower petals.