A Nature Poem

After the rain the wood has a smell

That smell is nature

The air so fresh it burns your lungs

Feeling every bush and every tree

Making my own path

Hearing the birds speak to one another

I feel my feet squish deeper in the mud 

The gentle breeze blowing my hair back

The sun shining on my face

I look around seeing water dripping off leaves

Brown crunchy leaves under my feet

A small river running beside me glistening blue

When I put my hand in it shimmers

The trees start blowing like they are

Trying to speak to me

The grass perfectly green shines

And at night the ground and trees are still

Owls hooting stars twinkling at me