Where do you go to find peace

I go to the woods

The city sounds are far away

There are no other voices

The rays of sun filter through the branches

Birds flit from tree to tree

Squirrels chase each other

And pussy willows are soft grey

The stream babbles slowly by

And if I sit still long enough

A deer stops by to drink

The rabbit outruns the fox

And the trillium bloom pure white

Leeks and fiddleheads can be had for lunch

If you know where to look

Spring in the forest

My favorite time of year

In response to Charli Mills April 19, 2018, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about forest bathing. You can use the Japanese term, Shinrin Yoku, or you can make up your own ideas about the phrase. Go where the prompt leads.

April 19: Flash Fiction Challenge