Sunlight dapples the ground, sifted to the forest floor by layers upon layers of thick, green branches. The busy, noisy world is nearby. So close you can almost feel it pressing closer. But here, with the tall graceful trees and the whispering of the wind, it is peaceful. Quiet. Nothing hurries here...

Just so you know,
there’s a place that I go
when I am alone.
A place I have claimed
for my own.

A place seldom seen
but in the echo of a dream,
an otherworld prize
for those with the right
sort of eyes.

Where shadows and light
diffuse day and night,
a forest of gold
where I think of the tales
I’ve been told.

Where myth lingers yet
in those who do not forget.