Under the shadow of forest trees, and above the damp forest floor, there is a very distinct and earthy smell. To me, this smell is home. It’s the leaves, and the flowers, and the bark on the trees. It’s the mist from a creek, and the lone boulders of the woods, and the fairies that you cannot see, but you know are there. There is a feeling of being in the woods that is unlike any other. No matter how many people you are with, it has a way of making you feel that you are all alone in such a large world. It is safe and friendly with the sun high in the sky, but will whisper sweet murder in the humid kiss of the night. You may never see a creature there, but you will feel them all around you. You may never hear the plants speak, but it is you they gossip about. I say tread lightly, and love the forest, for as much of a friend to you it may be, it is also someone’s home.
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