A walk in the forest

Walking through the thick forest, I feel small and insignificant.
The tall evergreen trees dwarf me.
The breeze makes its way through the leaves, making them dance on its music.
The sunshine peeks in shyly, and I can see the dust ambling lazily in its glory.
I cannot see the birds, but I can feel them judging me through their curious eyes.
The black ants are moving up and down the bark of a huge tree, oblivious of my presence, or even my existence.
I look up and see blue spots in the abundant green.
I cannot help but be awed at nature’s symphony.

The sunshine slowly recedes.
I cannot see the dust dancing.
I cannot see the blue spots; I cannot make out the green.
I don’t know what the ants are up to.
But I can hear the birds.
I can feel the wind rustling through my hair.
I can hear the leaves dancing.
I can hear the soft thump of my feet with every step I take.
And it’s enough to make me feel alive.