Forest

I love forest with everything, everything in its natural state, fallen trees- with or without moss or orchids. Vines strangling trees to the extent you cannot say who has embraced whom. Flowers or fruits or just seeds. Worms, ants, bees, spiders and other insects feeding or doing their work, birds chirping or signalling about something, monkeys hopping and doing their usual stuff, animals grazing, calling, running, sleeping, copulating, alert, or looking straight into your eyes, confident and perfect in their own habitat. Dust cloud, haze, fog. standing or uprooted trees with or without leaves, loose or stiff barks, marks on the trees. Ponds with stagnant water with swarms of flies or mosquitos doing their gymnastics or flowing water which is taking anything with it yet reflecting everything. Grassland where herbivore feed or carnivore opportune. Smell of fresh or dried mud or the smell of animal. Woven cobwebs rendering a kind of rainbow colour thread, dry or wet urine or faeces, Anything and everything in between.

Still, smooth or gush of wind witnessing all this in its own pace, dried leaves trying to catch the speed yet failing to reach and falling on the ground. And the old bamboo groove moving with this in a slow motion giving the sound of an old bark moving with to the wind, unbroken.