Water falls from the branches of the tree above my head.
I try to dodge the little, cold droplets but when I move, another falls,
as I hear the crunch of sticks and dried leaves beneath my feet.
I try not to leave a dent in the delicate ground.

I look up and the branches fight for space above my head.
The air whips them,
and more droplets fall as I walk below,
enjoying this captivating world.

I whip my head to the left,
adrenaline pumps through my veins,
but I calm down.
The intruder is only a little ground squirrel.

I move forward, stepping over fallen trees and broken branches,
only to come upon an old warehouse.
Beautiful, beaten, battered,
revealing it’s old, crumbling walls.

The world radiates beauty,
causing my shallow breaths to get caught in my throat.
The views are different in the new places I wander.
The forest, my stunning captivator, awakens- as I stumble upon new, exquisite sights.