The grass tickles my feet.
The mud squishes between my toes.
A branch brushes my cheek.
The water rushes at my ankles.
The sun shining hot through the trees, hot on my head.
Cool, fresh spring breeze waves my hair.
The sweet smell of the flowers in my hair catch on the air.
A bird sings, A woodpecker pecks, A bug buzzes.
Just standing there.
Soaking it all in.
It’s barely different now,
Than when I was three.
The only thing changed in this forest is me.