axelrafn

 the forest carries the scent of fall: detritus, mud and moss i fill my lungs with the fragrant air; the breeze tugs at my hair the summer slips by so fleetingly, careless days spent beneath the trees i can't imagine where i'd rather be than at one with this nature that surrounds me my mother's whispers, in the passing weeks have grown louder each day, i can hear her speak but her stories mean nothing to me yet, her language i can't quite comprehend because instead of with words, she speaks in song carried through the canopy and passed along from flora to fauna, plant to man if only i could understand for the secrets that find themselves