One place in particular along the path

Thoughts while wandering through the forest.

Just a Place Along a Path

Why is it that among trees,

Whether they be of steel or branch,

We feel ourselves utterly alone and abandoned?

Yet when we sit,

Among them we feel at utter peace.

Our minds clear, 

Eyes wide,

And we suddenly forget our fear of feeling.

We allow all that terrifies us to come close,

We feel there are no prying eyes to know

That you're not actually all that scared.

Suddenly nothing can harm you,

Despite the scrapes and bruises from your journey. 

The insects, birds and squirrels replace the noise of the city,

As the sounds of cars replace them.

In realization some are not all that different. 

Things are not always what they appear.

You are more likely to see a car in the city,

Then a squirrel in the forest. 

Has one ever taken the time to realize,

How gentle the summer breeze is,

When it is not forced by an on-coming truck?

It caresses your face,

Only to leave you wanting more.

Maybe it's in places like this.

That make us feel like this.

That lead to the vulnerability,

We hide inside.

Sheltering it from the world,

Scared of it being judge in a world that does nothing but hide.

The teasing wind leaves us wanting arms to hold us,

A smell to calm us,

Sounds to ignite our imaginations. 

Maybe the beauty of the moment,

Is too good to pass.

So we add something that we can take away.

Something we can re-create,

Thinking that it will never be lost.

But moments live once for everything is unique,

You can take a picture to remember,

But never to re-live. 

-Stephanie Baxter