the pines call out

with groans of ages

swaying above the

forest floor.

shadows glide

through the growth

dancing with rays

of light casting hues

of green and yellow

the soft remnants

of seasonal scatter

cover the layer beneath

the trees, providing

a welcoming place,

somewhere to escape.

supine to the rest of the

world, the canopy of

giants intertwine,

casting light in

a constant state of change.

quiet lives beneath

the trees pass by,

noticing my presence

on the air. cautious,

alert, but welcoming

still, because this

is where peace lives.