Going Through the Green

I walk around the foothills of my mind. There is a strong scent of leaves, moss, and mud. The ground is wet as is the muck on my boots. It keeps me grounded. With each step, I get stuck for a moment and then there's the smack of the release. At times, a rush of cool, crisp air strikes my face and my eyes widen to my surroundings. I breathe the humidity and taste the earth Alive and Alert As I keep going, going, Going through the green In my mind