The forest teemed with life as we elevated further into the dense wilderness. Golden Eagles and Osprey soared above the canopy while red squirrels and chipmunks darted between the vegetation on the forest floor. As we climbed, the sweet smell of pine and birch trees drifted gently upon us. In the distance, the azure sky began to cloud, and golden beams of heavenly light descended from above. We climbed each step, becoming heavier on the legs and lungs as we hurled ourselves up the mountainside. Upon reaching the precipice, I strayed from my party and stood alone atop the mountain as I looked down at the mighty sea, endless forest, and soaring birds and found new meaning to the word peace. As we descended, the clouds turned a cream color as that light began to fade, and I observed that perhaps the path to oneself could be found in a forest wilderness.
The fresh scent of a crisp spring evening, Warm light dancing off a shimmering stream, A Bluebird glides along on a velvet breeze.
Robins hop about merrily in search of a worm, The placid vernal wind rustles the lime green early spring leaves, And an Owl stands on a branch above it all, Watching the sun dip below the mountain, As dusk slowly encroaches.
These are the gentle moments of nature, Where there is solace and hope, And tranquility reigns supreme.