Forest

The green forest breathes; the leaves rise and fall with every breeze, like a breast that sleeps peacefully. The moss creeps on the trunks of the trees, soft, wet, alive. It is as if the earth is wrapping itself in the arms of the tree. In the depths of the green, the shadows are also colored. And when a bird laughs, the whole forest smiles. Time is lost here, and I am just a small extra leaf that I am glad has kept me here.