Forest went silent.
Leaves froze, butterflies landed, owl stopped blinking.
Forest breath slowed down.
Sun's warm rays trailing through leaves,
bathing the forest.
I lay on the mottled ground, closing my eyes.
Forest is waiting for me and I am waiting for the forest.
I allow silence to caress my ears, and my neck.
Breathing, I waft the grass below me.
As I exhale, grass pushes back.
Peace.
I wait for wind to chase sun's rays on my face.
But there is no wind today.
Only grass that bends.
Only me.
