Forest

Quiet sound of tall trees. Smell like a gentle imitation of Pine Sol. I know it's the other way around. I am thinking about daily use. I sit on a luscious green moss. Get up, you can catch a tick. In front of me I see light brown heads of a mushroom family and a cluster of wild strawberries - frugal gifts of the forest - comparing to supermarket. I like wild strawberries more. I am looking up up up into a blue and white sky, surrounded by quiet, comforting sound of trees. Swoosh, swoosh of the cars on a highway seems to be far faraway. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 3/4/2010