I am a Real Estate Agent.

 Listening to the leaves crunch and break beneath my feet, taking in the bold colors of orange, yellow, reds and browns, breathing in the crisp cool air, stopping to watch a hawk fly above. I stop to rest beneath a grandfather pine, close my eyes and let natures music fill my ears and spirit. I hear the soft sound of a near by creek as the cool water rushes across rocks and bends, I hear the leaves russel as a squirrel leaps from tree to forest ground. I continue my journey as I walk the boundary of the property line, stopping to admire rare mushrooms and late blooming flowers. As I am a quest in the forest world I can not help but imagine that the poplars, pines, maples, cotton woods and mountain laurel trees are watching my every step. I shield my eyes as beams of sunlight break through the tree tops, reflecting through fresh dew on the colorful leaves. As I finish my walk I head out of the forest leaving behind only my fresh footsteps. Get in to  my car and drive off with a smile. I am a Real Estate Agent.