The winding road leads her through a dense mountain forest

    to a spot of seclusion

a whistling is heard through the trees as the wind hums a little tune

laying down in an open valley of wildflowers

    her thoughts float freely among the clouds

a bird soars by,

    she closes her eyes and lets it lead her over the peaks

as it dives lower she finds herself scared

it climbs higher and she relaxes

jus as the birds flying brings forth emotional ups and downs

So

    does

        life