Pretty Poetry

I wrote my first poem in over twenty years... I used to play with poetry as a teen. The forest was so pretty though... I just started pondering what it felt like in words. I may tweak it, but here's my simple moment.

A Forest Walk

The dappled sunshine tickles my eyes
      while the twittering tickles my ears
and my heart rejoices and revels anew with each friendly flicker it hears.

The warm breeze tickles my cheeks
      while the earthy scents tickle my nose
and this playful symphony of sensory notes, delight, inside me sows.

For the noon-day forest is full to the brim
      with grateful joy to the sun
and I feel the joy and gratitude too as I smilingly homeward come.