I like to go outside.
I always have.
I like to feel the air move
I like it to live.
I like to feel things between my toes,
Mud,
Grass,
Sand.
I like to feel the cool
Green gold glow
Of growing things
In the sunshine.
I like to taste sweet, fresh wild fruits,
Flavorful, meaty, tender new leaves,
And starchy-squeaky shoots.
I like to smell damp earth,
Fresh cut grass,
The delicate scents of flowers
So small you scarcely see them.
I like to hear the silence so profound,
That the whisper of the trees
Is the roar of lions in the breach.
I like to go outside.