Forest

The sweet smell of honey suckles consumes me.
A light breezes laughs in my ears.
Dark green grass tickle my feet.
I brush my hand lightly.
On the rough bark of trees.
Picking near flowers with the other.
Bright blue sky's with not a cloud in sight.
Listening to the soft sounds.
Of creatures coming to life.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A bright and telling piece that leads the reader to think on birth and beginings, well done, good read.