Forest

Whe I look into your wild depth all I want to do is run

Not far away

But further 

Run, Run, Run

You call me 

I come willingly

Your tall branches cover me from the blistering sun

After running I breath in your sweet air

Think, Think, Think

I know you have storms and rough edges 

But you are also calm and care for the creacher who trust you 

Like me

I want to be like you

Carin, Vast, and Knowledgeable