Write about a summer forest

Write about a summer forest write about the summer light
write about the rustling and the lifting
why don't you.

We can even talk about the gold and green
like so many others did before
and fancied themselves to be poetic.

But what is the poetry here,
there really is no point.

Be still and listen to the tiny insects and their
predatory enemies on gliding wings.

You talk too much.