The Forest

Smell the fresh pine of the forest. The cool breeze coming through the trees, washing over my face. Feel the soft needles under my feet, as they make a worthy path on the forest floor. Tread lightly here, for the splendor is a treasure. Hear the animals scurry about. Squirrels and birds flit among the trees, back and forth they race. See the trees towering into the sky, the branches bowing to make a door. You’re welcome to enter here, they assure. Taste the wonders that lie within. Berries and wintergreen beneath the trees, as a simple snack for the hungry case.