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.
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