The warm air caresses my cheeks that have forgotten
the sweet touch of dark months now past.
The floor upon which I walk

Light streaming through the branches
leaves crunching underfoot
dew drops resting on the plants
glistening in the sun

I went out in the woods,
Real deep in the pines.
I fell in the bushes
And tripped over vines.

I got bit by mosquitoes
And ticks

Walking in the woods, was I

All nature's beauty seemed to apply

Trees so great and green

Birds of color hiding unseen

Brown, splintered wood
connected by iron rails,
winding, bending, unending,
is embedded by rusted nails.

Crushed, the gravel