Into the forest, I went.

It was raining the other day.

The sun was shining low into the river of my soul.

The leaves from the trees were hanging as they usually do;

Dancing to the music of the wind.

They held their hands and made them a tree;

One after the other until complete.

The seasons came and some of them wandered around.

They wanted to know what the ground felt like;

Or to fly like the birds that chirped on their branches.

Leave, like a tree.

Tree, like a bird.

Everyone is dancing to the sound of their feet.