Good morning forest

 Gloom attempts to wrapp its stone heartless fingers around the cage that holds in the wild forest                                           
Every tree compeating for a spot in the rays the gant the wood
Water shimmers off the glossy dew that smothers the grass

Fear lurks in my eyes as I dread i'm not alone 

rain pelts the freshly clean ground that was washed with the disappearing snow

 with the noise of insects chatting like they would be heard  

Sounds echo around my feeling

Leafs like paper 

Firewood crackling 

Sounds of trees stretching from their wood 

Birds sing to the woken forest 

It all takes a ride through my ears

As I watch and smell the gentle wind that is playing hide and seek among the freshly watered trees that smells of sap and pine

And Me, basking in the middle of the  purest happiness that spills through the logs and along my tall spine.