there's something about the forest,
something you can't find elsewhere.
something about the bird calls, the
snap of twigs muffling the waking world.
something about wandering,
finding puzzle pieces of eternity.
the bones of some animal, long forgotten
and half-buried under the leaf litter,
the bees that won't bother you
unless you bother them first,
the abandoned car, rusty and dusty,
so out of place in the trees and mist,
the flashes of blue and black from your
friends, holding hands and laughing,
exploring, delving deeper, parallel to you.
everything tells a story,
the beginning
and the middle
and the rebirth,
depending on where you look.
