Soft earth beneath your feet,
Sunshine, bouncing off your skin.
Morning dew presses leaves in all directions,
While breezes whip the trees around.
Air is crisp and refreshing,
And moss grows with every passing second.
Birds conversing in the treetops above,
Taking a count of the eggs in their nests.
Rays pressing through the lines of the forest,
Creating unknown secrets appear.
Mushroom tops elevate off the soil,
Building a refuge for all the critters.
Waves crashing off the edge of the land,
With beaches, decorated with shells.