A Forest Walk
As I traipse through
a pine forest,
I inhale sharply
the resinous scent of sap.
I feel my feet sink slightly
into the pine needles
which carpet the forest floor
in a rug of burnt orange.
As I walk slowly
the sun peeks through
the branches overhead.
The slanting rays of light
to shine upon my
Branches creak and twigs snap
as the squirrels chase each other
in a game of 'catch me if you can'
High above in the treetops,
birds chitter and chatter excitedly
as an owl hoots in the distance.
I close my eyes and breathe deep.
Taking in all of the peacefulness.
All of the beauty and wonder
of Mother Nature.
As all of my senses are blissfully fulfilled.
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