Deep in the beautiful old growth forest,
Where a silent black-tailed deer
Steps lightly across the mossy woods
Smell the cedar trees
Listen to the whistle of a blue jay
Resting on the itchy bark of a branch
Feel the smooth rocks
Hear the chipmunks laugh
Stomping on the hard roots of a cherry tree,
A cool breeze brushes against my coat
I am on my island home
Liam Hastings