I lay on the forest floor
Looking up
Mosaic of pine needles and sky
Splashes of clouds
And drips of sunlight
Puzzle-like bark of ponderosas
Climbing up the sides of the painting
Glowing trees rustling their
Needles in the whispering wind
The distant sound of a wet river flowing
A bird calls
A frog croaks
A squirrel pecks
The wildflowers sing
And the trees dance
The earthy smell of the forest's rich dirt
The lively smell of growth
The sad but necessary smell of death
The sweet vanilla-honey smell of tree sap
The musky sent of animals unseen
Fill my nose in the unique eternal sent of
The forest
I want this
Not the disgusting city
With its disgusting sights
Sounds
And smells
I am the forest
I will stay in the forest
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