The whispers of wind calm the chaos inside my mind

The cold refreshing sense of new air as I breath with the trees

The silence I notice is the absence of humans

Replaced by flutters and songs sang by feathered friends

The trickling ensemble of creeks and the tussling of 2 squirrels playing tag

The ground speckled with cones, toadstools

Pine needles and clay

The place where I go,

Where I wish I could stay