The trees were breathing in the soft breeze whispering with its leaves. I walk slowly admiring the way things were so peaceful early in the morning. Dawn was coming but I coudn't resist I had to see this. I look back nervously, no one is there. I keep on walking going deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods. At times I would stop and look at the roots and twigs.
Tired, I sit down into a soft pile of leaves. I hold my breath as I watch the sun rise.