
The smell of pine wafts through the air
Bitter, with a feeling of nature
The wind carries it like a fluffy cushion
From tall trees growing up
To the noses of the animals
Low bushes try to grab light
For they are in the shade of the giant trees
But they manage to live without much light
Maybe because they are not that tall
Grass grows on the clearings
Where the light is great
And the rain is plentiful
They form a soft ground
And attract many grazers
That need it to live
I stare at this scene
And admire its beauty
As I can only wish
That some of the human world
Can be like this
Bitter, with a feeling of nature
The wind carries it like a fluffy cushion
From tall trees growing up
To the noses of the animals
Low bushes try to grab light
For they are in the shade of the giant trees
But they manage to live without much light
Maybe because they are not that tall
Grass grows on the clearings
Where the light is great
And the rain is plentiful
They form a soft ground
And attract many grazers
That need it to live
I stare at this scene
And admire its beauty
As I can only wish
That some of the human world
Can be like this




