In The Heart Of The Woods

Oh how I long to be in the heart of the woods. I love the smell of the pine needles from the big pine trees. I really get the best feeling when I hear the sound of birds echoing through the trees. Every once in a while I run into a patch of wild flowers in my path which brings back very dear memories of an afternoon I spent with a beloved friend and a hug to my heart. I look up at the sky and I see the sun shinning so brightly. The air is so clear and crisp that I have to wear a sweat shirt, but I don't mind. I walk on and on just as happy as I can be. I look at all  the different color leaves and I can't help feeling even more joy. I think in my mind, that this is where I belong, in the heart of the woods.