I am the forest

I am the footsteps squishing in the mud after a freshly fallen rain

I am the pine needles laying on the forest floor

I am the hundreds of branches reaching out and hugging the trails you made

I am the the dirt of the ravine crumbling away and tumbling into the pit

I am the trickle of water waiting in that pit

I am the forest

I am the presence some feel

I am the spirit for those who can see it

I am the whisper in the wind some can hear

I am the forest