The woods

The Woods have a narrow path i walk on. I feel the breeze ruffle and tug on my hair pulling me deeper into the Woods. Its early October and around Three in the afternoon. I feel the heat of the sun still throught the trees that are gaurding me from the suns harmful rays. I see a light show in front of me. The lights are dancing in time with the breeze. I come to my usual spot right on a small patch of grass. I pull out my notebook and begin to write. This is my wonderland, my heaven, my piece of sanity. Only two people know of this place, but now u know too.I have finished my peice i write and turn on my ipod and dance in my heaven. I feel free and light in the Woods. This is my favorite place to be. The lights begin to dim and the light show is comming to an end, so i turn down my ipod and put my notebook back in my jacket. I walk the narrow path again and say goodbye to the Woods as the wind ruffles my hair one more time.