Forest of Silence

Breath of wind,

Whistle in the air,

Soft breeze,

Plays with my hair.

Hushed sound,

Rustle of the leaves,

Gentle stride of a deer,

Momentary noise received,

No one else is near.

Small beams of light,

Just making it in,

No longer bright,

As it is the forest I’m within.

Bugs go about their day,

In solitude,

At least that’s what they say.