Read With Conina

Feeling the wind blow my hair
To the same beat as
The leaves rustling on each branch
Each tree unique 
I name every bug along the way 
I feel soft moss on my fingertips
Smiling as I gaze at the clovers
Lining the trail
Birds singing 
About the beauty of this day
One memory I will never let
Blow away
Sun beating down on my freckled arms
I pause where I stand
The dirt shuffles on the ground as I'm
Watching bees dance on the flowers
I take in the creatures
Every toad and gleaming beetle
I stand there for seconds
Or hours
I take in each sound
Mother Earth whispers to me
And I finally
Feel free