Into a Wooded Bog

I walked through the sunshine into a wooded bog where lily pads are home to frogs where the night sky shines on the lake below where the winter breeze blows over a fresh new snow I walked down the path where no one could find me beyond the hidden branches sits a log where I'm hiding peacefully I've chosen this spot because this log has been mine for years all the time I walk through the forrest I always end up here this log is nothing special but special it is to me for it looks over the lake in which I knew since three its been there when I was sad, and made me happy again and when I'm on this log there's nothing better than that a peaceful place in the forrest away from bustles of the day is the best spot for someone like me to wash her worries away.