I love the breeze...

I sit on the edge of the forest and the waterfall and write this. I traveled far tonight. I sat in the forest and drank from the sea. I drank for ages upon years and all at once I was pulled from the shore and deep into the forest. I sat and waited, reaching and outstrected my arms to the glassy vial that held the ocean. Yearning for it's hydration. A soft hum at first. Breaking the silence into a rythym coming from the trees. I ate the leaves of the trees and hoped for their knowledge to pass from them to me and then into my soul thiers. I wanted to merge with the wind and be carried through the leaves. I love the breeze but my mouth is so parched.