I had woken up early that morning. I often find myself walking through the brisk morning air to get away and have time by myself. Walking along the stream in the woods, I can’t help but wonder where it might lead me. I could walk this twisting stream for days and never get tired of the peace that it gives me. It’s as if I could walk to the ocean and never turn around or look back. The sound of the water breaking on the rocks and tumbling over the edge of the small waterfalls was magical. It was as if each water droplet were a different string of a harp. Call it the symphony of Mother Nature. The wind would blow lightly through the leaves of the trees. It would make the canopy that I was walking under shimmer with different shades of green that gave the trees life. The grass that covered my path was full of movement. It would sway in the wind like waves, as if I were walking through a green ocean. There were ghosts that would fly through the trees, never to be seen. Yet they made their presence known by a song of chirps and calls that they would use to communicate with one another. Their song helped made it known that I was not alone. Long sleek creatures would glide past me in the clear stream water as I walked along the bank. Their sides would reflect the gleaming sunlight to my eyes as they hurried away. They would cut through the water with ease. Never once making a single ripple, splash, or disturbance in the surface of the water.