The cold breeze hits my red sensitive face
The tree moves its arms like an air base
Whoosh my hat falls off my head and unto the ground
Leaves being blown all around
No electronics, just me and "the mother"
She's blowing the wind at me, we fighting like I'm her brother
Sitting down with nature, I'm drama-free, trouble-free,
No need to worry because I'm worry-free
The smell of wood burning, enters the lungs and into my chest,
Mixing with the cold, its burning my chest
Use to be on top, now I'm the little giant
Nature took over, and now I'm the one crying
Controlling me with its weather, I'm now its little toy
Humming of nature put me to sleep like a little boy
The sun was bright, but the wind was colder than a Christmas day
How ironic, that's like hail falling in the middle of may
I look at my watch and notice my time with nature is over
It was a great day full of adventure, but now its time for closure