Open Forest

a stroll down memory lane

Crunch in the leaves

chirping of birds.

Gentle breezes passes through,

eyes awoken by the day.

From the critters

crawling around,

you stumble and you fell to the ground.

Tumble and tumble

down the hill

like Alice going down the rabbit hole.

Strike your head like a hammer,

the moonlight dazzle in the sky

mysterious as afternoon was at the corner.

The sun is out,

the beach is there.

You were

you were

in the forest of memories,

stumbled here and there

and came around.

Water lifted by the wind

freshly damp on your skin

cool as the season as rain began to drop.

Hop like a bunny,

on puddles as you slip on the ice of winter.

Dreams like this is such a wonder.

Back,

back

in the forest.

Back,

back

in the forest.

Sit up right

as you see a puppy standing on you.