Walk in the woods

The rose gold strands of her hair
diverted with the tide of the wind.
The leaves from the cedar trees
brushed leaves growing old and thin.

She gazed up at the overcast sky
full of hanging, dark green limbs.
She liked the sounds of the crackling
like it was singing sweet nature hymns.

She touched the rough bark
of the dark, musky wood.
She inhaled the aromatic smells
which smelled quite good.

She finished her walk in the woods
with a sense of pleasure and glee.
Every smell, sight, and feeling
was ever so lovely.