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To dwell around in the forest Feet touching the damp ground Dew, branches, bark and leaves No one around to watch Except the little birds and animals The faint sound of a faraway stream The skittering of other tiny ground dwellers The crunch of branches, bark and leaves The crickets' chirp and cicadas buzz and click Almost like petrichore Humidity all around The smell of damp branches, bark and leaves titilating the soul Forest berries Red, black and blue Sweet and tart jointly Viscous golden juice drips A flicker of light Leading down a path Through branches, bark and leaves A flicker now a brilliant ring Dancing about in a clearing Body and mind as one A little fairy with diaphonous wings A little something about our five beautiful senses this time. :) - T. Kinjala Picture credits : pinterest