Rainforest

Shades of green fill my vision,

The smell of damp grass floods my senses.

I feel the dirt peel off me as the fresh air cleans me.

I feel the damp, squishy earth beneath me.

Large towering arms reaching in all directions,

It’s all the eyes can see.

The odd squawk of a bird,

Flying away from the herd.

The sounds of crunching leaves,

And droplets of water escaping from trees.

I walk for miles breathing in the fresh air,

Listening to the lungs of the forest inhale,

And exhale constantly without fail.

I come here to ground myself,

To put aside my busy life on a shelf.