I walked through the forest...

Treading on the falling leaves...

The air smelled fresh...

The silence of the wilderness had a language of its own..

It rustled, it chirped, it sang, it gurgled, it slithered, it whispered...come into my abode....

Sit, breathe, live a little, hum a little...

See me transform as the season decides to cloak me...

See yourself change as you sit awestruck...

They call my home  the wilderness...

I call it my fortress...