I start the walk through the path

Filled with living things

The twigs crack under my feet

The sticky brown mess

Holding on to my old sneakers

Beside me

I watch as the swift,

Glimmering water

Moving in the different direction

I hear the breeze hitting

On the big, living tall trees

I only watch where I’m going

So I don’t trip on the roots

That are peeking out from the ground

Waiting to get some fresh air

My thoughts are peaceful

Every move I make

The sun kisses the leaves

Making them glow bright

And it makes my skin feel warm

As I move forward

Through the thick rough of trees

This is a place of beauty

This is a place of peace

This is a place of shelter

This is nature

At its best

-Emma Herzing