The misty air encapsulates me,
I can barely see two inches in front of my face.
The comfort of the never ending greenery,
creates a sense of peace that is intricate and pure,
much like white lace.
I do not think about it much,
I do not take it for granted,
I simply breathe in the touch,
and like a dandelion
blown towards the sun,
I allow my soul to run, run, run.