Dear forest,
I like to wake up early in the morning, and visit you when everything is still asleep, contemplate the mist disappearing from the highest branches of your pine trees, when the birds stop dreaming and start telling stories to their other friends. I like to visit you at noon when you're full of life, when the flowers and leaves have opened their arms to welcome the sun. I like to visit you at twilight when all of your inhabitants are getting ready for another night full of stars
Wherever you are, I always love your smell, your colors, your noises and your little treasures. All so different, yet so similar.