Untitled and Untilted, it's been a while since I've written Options

[RiddleMeWonders]

I can hear the old birds sing
Like rejoice in something so simple as water
A dripping flowing movement of sound
I can smell the trees
Cedar and pine, bleeding and mending
Scarring with the vines
I can feel the sun filter down
through the canopy and warm selected areas of my body
My face, my fingers, my knees...
I can see the day beginning
A slow walk of the sun I cannot see
across that great expanse of sky
The cold warmth of the damp ground beneath me as I lay
A creature of the forest
Safe and away from City's play