Magical Forest

The gentle rustling of the leaves fills my ears as I walked through the natural tunnel made by the willow trees.
My heart slows, matching the rhythm of the parrots chirping.
The morning dew wets my bare feet.
From the emerald bush, I pluck a wild berry. It tastes sweet in my mouth.
Leaping into the crisp clear rock pool, I shiver from the cold and the excitement.
This is my magical forest. I go there any time I want.