The woods

Birds calling, leaves crunch

The smell of pine and wildflowers

Sunlight filters down, making the whole world glow\

Splinters and vines with thorns

Running. heart pounding, lungs aching

Then calm

Birch trees, the trickle of water

Bright green grass in the clearing

A sea of ferns, a world of green

Animals scurrying everywhere

I stare at the hidden, flowing world

And it stares back