Lola

Tree branches scratch past my window

The breeze pulling them through the air

New leaves bud along their strong arms

The sky is clear, blue, and bright

The moment I open the door, the brisk fall air greets me. 

I step into the aromas of nature.

 I recall the deep smell of pines in the winter.

Never forget this moment, my child.

Never forget the tall mountains of mist

Or the low valleys of grass

Never forget the forests so peaceful

The ocean so sparkling