Wherever they send me, I am not there.

The forest whispers through my veins, like the quiet breeze that brushes the oaks and pines and makes the grasses and wildflowers sway.  It lights up the lonely corners of my heart, like the millions of stars that glow valiantly above the trees.  It hides in the shadows like the lush ferns that thrive beside the streams.  Its song flows through me, unheard by the concrete and the sculpted world around me.  The melted mess of modern society surrounds me, but i am only half here.  I am deep within my forest.