A place in the forest...

No internet. Spotty cell service. 
A comfy tent bedroom.

Peace.
No walls, open air.

Stars.

Magical blinking lights.

Surround sound.

Coyote calls.

Barred Owl songs.

Deer whistles.

Songs from a Brown Thrasher.

Bird calls.

Campfire.

Smells.

Fog in the meadow.

Dew.

The sound of leaves sighing in the breeze.

No noises other than those made in the forest.

A light show like no other.

Morning mists in the meadow.

A stunning morning view.

Good company.

Where the Earth Breathes

The morning mist hangs low and still,
Upon the green and silent hill.
The ancient trees hold back the wind,
And leave the busy world behind.

A hidden creek flows soft and slow,
Through mossy stones and fern below.
No hurried step, no frantic sound,
Just quiet grace upon the ground.

The golden light begins to fade,
Across the cool, protected glade.
The forest rests, the shadows fall,
And peace settles over all.

~~~Author Unknown