The shade comforts me.
The air, filled with the aroma of moss and wood and earth, a fountain of youth to my soul.
The sound of many little things fill my ears with silence and calm and peace.
The bird on that branch overhead sings to me a beautiful little song. Her breast beats rhythmically in melodic motion.
Green rains down to my feet and dances in a whimsical little whirlwind. Up and down. Spin and fall.
Narrow rays of light lighten the scene.
And I say to them, “Let me dance with you a little while, and forget what lies beyond the forest.”