As I watch the Forest
Many times a month I go outside and watch the forest
I watch the trees dancing in the wind
I hear their leaves whispering to me
I sometimes understand what they say
And other times I do not
But they generally say the same thing
They tell me stories of humans centuries ago
And how different they were from me
Now when I go to watch the forest
I notice a little tinge of gold on the leaves
And I know that Fall is beginning
Watching as the gold leaves fall majestically to the ground
Sometimes I wish I could be a leaf
And fall to the ground with the breeze
Taking you where ever it wants you
And now I smile
Feeling good after watching the forest
It is Winter and the trees have no leaves
Yet I still go outside every once in a while
To watch the forest and process my thoughts
Even without their leaves
The trees still try and whisper to me
They speak again of the humans
That lived there centuries ago
And they say to me
How similar I am to them