Through the greenest places on the earth, I walk not knowing where I will end up. Eyes fancy the trees surrounding me. For I have never seen trees as tall as these. To climb one is like climbing a mountain. Still as a branch I stare and dream. I dream of being close to heaven ontop of that tree, reaching a branch out for God to grasp and carry me.
    Hearing a rustling coming from a bush behind me, I quickly focus on the ground I walked on. Only one set of footprints leaving a trail behind me. But looking ahead I see a light and know God is always with me. That is when I snail my way through the forests leading my way home.