Walk in the woods

I walked in the woods

Surrounded by tall pine trees

Trees I so wanted to be near when I lived somewhere else

Now they were right here

Standing right next to me

Waiting for me to touch them

To whisper to them

I did not do either

I just kept walking

All of a sudden

I thought about those tall palm trees

They were just as tall if not taller

They grew only in the south

In high humidity and extreme heat

They did not like snow or winter that much

They would die

They grew near oceans and beaches

At least this was where I always saw them

I wanted to live near them sometimes

But I probably would miss the seasons here

The golden fall with all the red and yellow maple leaves

People call them foliage, beautiful and magical

The silvery winter with the clear ice and white snow

I do not know what people call them, pure and romantic

I walked on and on

Out of the wood

Onto a little bridge over a little stream

I saw a couple ducks in the water

They looked like a couple, so close and intimate

I looked at them

They looked at me

I knew that they were happy

They were probably wondering whether I was, too

I smiled at them

I wanted to let them know

I was

I chose to walk alone in the wood

But I could be with somebody

Maybe a wonderful lady if I chose to

They seemed to be happy for me and swam along

As they moved up the stream

They turned their heads in unison every now and then

to check whether I was still there

Yes

I was there

I did not move until they disappeared in the distance