Forest ways

Steps leading the way through the overgrown forest. 
Birds calling from above. 
From shadow to light.
Leaves dance around me. 
I hear the rushing of the river and the crash of the waterfall. 
The wind blows me about as though playing with me.
I run about and sing along with the birds. 
I run up the winding staircase. 
I look at the fish in the river as they look up at me curiously.
I run to a tree and tell it all my secrets while it listens patiently. 
The trees bend close to me to listen to what I say. 

By Annabelle