Take me to the wild, and let me be free. Let me explore, the land, the coast, the sea.
I sit at the base of an oak tree, on the top of a small hill.
The sun dips beneath the horizon, and the air begins to cool.
Rain falls from a cloudy gray sky. Bits of sun break through,
The flower stem is bent, leaning from all the dew drops.
The path before her was long. While the night was cold and dark.
The withered trees cling to life. Some will die, while others live.
A small circular lake. Water. Perfectly still.
A small lake, surrounded by trees.
An observation while sitting on my porch.
In the forest. Trees all around. Snow falling.
Walking my way from tree to tree, forest as far as I can see.