I really miss forests 

More than anything now 

The pure air and the birds 

The gentle whispers 

The small inhabitants 

All around so much life

The luck of fungi 

And dried leaves 

To hear their crackling 

Among hugs

And holding hands 

Looking up 

And seeing the trees 

With their tall branches 

 And an universe of leaves

Swaying in the breeze

(written on 18th May 2024, with "wind" instead of "breeze")