Outdoor Poem

I found this poem I wrote several years ago on a scouting trip:

Out in the woods,
    the sky is clear,
    the wind is near

An ambush of color
like no other

Always living
Always breathing
Always listening
Always seeing

Alive with wonder
Alive with life

Out in the woods,
    life is near,
    I am there

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