forest and me
By Philippa M
Published 19 April 2023
Barefoot down the trail, crushed leaves show me the way back.
They were fragmented under my feet.
Eyes gaze forward, flicking down every now and then to check for hazards.
Fingers travel over rough tree bark,
feeling every little crack and beautiful imperfection.
The smell of damp dirt is everywhere around,
and there is only the noise of the forest and me.