The restless leaves, crumbling beneath every step

A twig snapped, the presence of life shown

Wild and free, not a single heartbeat kept

With so many things, still which not known

Every breath taken, swept away with the wind

Curiosity, freedom, adventure, not a soul in sight

Calm and quiet, a feeling of joy does it ever so send

The heart, the soul, as if a floating feather, light

The beat of water, as it rushes and flows

The treetops, through which silently whispers the wind

The feeling of security, is all that one knows

All the nature, to which, God may tend