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A walk though the pine forest.
An old journal entry, re- sharing.
This was back in Christchurch, New Zealand a beautiful city known as the garden city. Despite the vibrant colours in my birth city, I choose to go for long walks in the pine forest. The smell of pine and greenery brings a new energy within. Listening to the rustling leaves brush the trees takes me to another level of serenity.
The journal reads:
When you are alone, walk through pine forests and loneliness comes to take you by the hand, your shoulders fold listening to your heart if drizzled around.
When sun bugs call in the distance and the sun bakes the silences more quietly, like a lily flower, in the cooing of a wood pigeon you hear my voice. Do you know loneliness? The evening breeze told stories of moss blankets and of you. Listen to the whisper talk from rustling grass, to cantatas.
Was it maybe my voice or was it just the wind?
© Simrans