Twig, Twig, Twig

smell the forest and the lake nearby

like the smell of my mother's cookies

smell the fresh air

and nice juicy fruit on forest trees 

feel green squishy moss covering the cheerful trees

and the wet grass under your feet 

stand still on the forest floor

and feel the wind brushing against you

hear birds chirping near gushing water  

as the twig escapes your eyesight

nature's silence