The early morning mist soaked in sunshine
Colonizes the forest, licking its tangled limbs,
It whispers, "you are mine".
I delight in this golden humidity
Its gentle fingers washing through my hair,
I stand perfectly still, close my eyes,
And hear myself say, "take me too".
That was your fault, Ryan.
Very inspirational image; very dodgy (not to say yucky) verse.
John