into the forest

into the forest we march, searching for that which is not of our own. and we walk searching for the trees and leaves but in fact fleeing our daily existence and expecting to find ourselves. the strides are light but difficult, they kick up last year's leaves and dust, but they are far from the square asphalt of the city we have come from. this is nature. tame, but still nature. and it brings joy for this is where we came from.