Wind rushing through the trees
Rustling treetops to and fro
It sounds like gental rain to my ears
But yet the sun is shining
Birds whistling, tweeting, screeching
Eagerly starting the day
The forest is alive, but I can't see it
Nature telling me to get moving
Still I sit........I listen.......I become a part of it
The coolness of the morning
Letting me know, as I shiver
That this isn't my home, I don't belong
I watch, I stare
My thoughts drifting easily
Calming, relaxing
Until.......It's time to pack and leave
Goodbye Springbrook
Thank you for a wonderful weekend.
