The thing that I love
Fresh air
I love it when I wake up I feel it on my
Face
I love to go outside and pretend I'm not
Real
But only for a second it feels the wind goes
Through me
I'll always love the smell of the
Fresh pine
The world with this smell is so gentle
And kind
I can't wait for this time
Again
I'll be waiting
Because that's what I do
I wait for things
