So distant, is a stand of trees, a secret place, my mind at ease.
Forest’s edge, winter apples grow, increase my pace, zephyrs show impending snow.
Curled up ferns, visual pleasure, pine needle carpet, walk of leisure.
I’m not alone, chipmunk squawks, takeoff my shoes and itchy socks.
Frosty air, hot springs steam, ease in my feet and begin to dream.
Native boy on vision-quest, by the pool to have a rest.
Sacred forest clean and pure, my quest is it’s protection , I must secure.
Leaving my refuge keenly aware, it’s not only I but, trees need care.
Written for 99-Word Flash Fiction hosted by Charli at the Carrot Ranch Thanks Charli!