Remember this

the softness of the forest floor

caressing your feet with

each step, the rustle

of leaves falling through the

trees decorating the trail

in yellows, reds and oranges.

remember the sun warming

your face, the wind at your back,

the swaths of grass brushing

against your legs, remember

the boulders, the walls of rock.

remember all this when you

are surrounded by sheetrock

and glass, where there is no

softness or color, nor caresses

for your soul.