It's the only place I've ever felt happy.
It's the wood.
The stillness of the mighty trees,
Where the only thing there to upset them is a fair wind gust.
The strength of the bark,
The delicate beauty of the leaves.
The vines grown up from the forest floors,
Intertwining and choking the arbors.
The flowers trying so hard to grow up
Against their majestic brothers.
The peace,
The tranquility,
The absolute perfection of this natural wood,
It's my sacred place,
The location my heart shall always call to.
I praise, thee wood, and I love thee.
I'm grateful for your protection of my weary soul,
For it fears the environment it must surround itself in.