The wind caresses my face as it dances
through the depths of the wilderness.
The trees, silhouettes of dancers
in the dark, crowded room.
It is a masquerade ball in which
I am the only one who is dressed up.
Altering my appearace.
Trying to be all that I am not.
Pinecones, blossoms, leaves...
decorate the limbs
of these nimble creatures;
a symbolic blessing to earth.
The beauty of this forest is one
that I will never be a part of,
it is mother nature's gift
that no human may ever compare.
