Looking out the door for something to see
I like to feel the life seep back into me
The moon, the moss, the trees
The tires that are lost in the sea
of woods surrounding the house
I like to keep an eye out for even a wild mouse
I love when the deer and the hawks let themselves be shown
I love when I see the smallest pine cones
When the leaves start to change their color,
when the deer frolic with their mother
Living in the middle of trees
was something that was definitely meant for me.
















