Into the Woods

Into the woods I go

I hear a rush

A crackle in the leaves

Tranquility follows in my footsteps

It surrounds me

The rush of the leaves is calm and sweet

The smell of the brush is familiar to me

I am the breeze

The cool fall air

I create simple movements in the human's hair

I am the one who creates the scene

For without me

The woods would never be the same.