A poem about the woods.

Branches and leaves crackle and shatter underfoot

Birds chirp merrily in the canopy

Peace and harmony sounds throughout the forest

Nothing moves except me

I only see green and brown from tree and bark

Touched with patches of blue from the sky so pure

Then lined with gold from the sunlight rays

This is where nothing can harm me

Ever

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  • babygirl3605 on May 31, 2010

    it’s always good to have your special place

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