Tall pine and maple trees hug the narrow winding dirt hiking trail.
Shadows from branches twitch in the warm spring breeze like a gentle exhale.
Birds chirp and sing songs which are delivered by airmail.
Clear blue skies with high cirrus clouds floating eastward are on full sail.
Bugs dance to the bird music while the fish swim under the shaded rocky veil.
Deer scatter swiftly through the forest while children boisterously skip rocks across the creek louder than a galloping Clydesdale.
Row boats, canoes, and kayaks float upon the serene calm lake which appears as soft as a cottontail.
An opening appeared amongst the trees setting the perfect background for a picnic of sandwiches and ginger ale.
Mountains guarding the surrounding plateau look to be firmly in place not missing any detail.
Crunches of twigs underfoot lead to discovering the perfect tree to read a mysterious folktale.
Sounds of rushing creek water become a soothing lullaby to the ears & the longings for a nap do indeed prevail.
Chasing the sun during the spring season remains joyous with every breathing inhale without fail.
