Mountain Girl N° 4

You see, it's the unbridled envelope of green, that feels like home, the security of a baby's blanket

It's the early morning dew that is the sparkle in my eye, that you say you're  in love with

It's the damp forest floors under my rugged boots that absorb the sound of footsteps, so I can hear my heart sing

The strings of sun that permeate through the sieve of dense forests, that my body wishes to bathe in

Minu Chawla