My Refuge

Something I wrote about my favorite place.

The sweet, strong wind blows in my face and whips through my now tangled hair.
Memories come flooding back as I walk the trails I loved as a young child.

Countless times I've come here just to think.
These woods hold many secrets.
The trees seem almost alive; ever watchful of those who pass by.

The river, too, is a safe refuge.
I gaze peacefully at the water as it flows lightly over the rocks.

This place is forever a part of my very being.
My heart lies in the woods I love so much.
On the trails I know so well.