The forest whispers

I hear it whisper in my ear
It feels the present of me here
The soft sweet scented breeze
Reminds me of the lovely ways
Of the movement of the leaves
The dancing flowing in the air
Lightly pushes back my hair
The rough trunk on my grounded hand
As I dig my hand beneath the sand
I feel the life of the breathing man
That holds the forest together
The world touches me in the weirdest way
I'm greatful for that lovely day