Redwood kingdom

We walk throught the trees,
the magical redwood trees
in our own kingdom, hand in hand
the fog rolls through and you peck me on the cheek.
You are my king
and i am your queen
no one can bother us,
because we are in charge.
Our kingdom has moss and birds
and tiny little squirrels.
They watch us as we sit on a grass covered hill outside of the forrest
and just stare at the sky.
We dont have to say
anything
because our silence says it all.