Men Are Just Happier People.

A poem.

Years passed. Names were forgotten. Eventually all the people, gods, monsters who frequented the clearing died or moved on. Those who strayed discovered other more obscure places to go about their day. Newcomers stubbled upon the place form time to time and found nothing. The "nice people" that used to make the clearing livable had all but forsaken the fields. The land had been destroyed by countless battles of immense power. Nothing grew any longer. The Clearing had become a wasteland. All that was left was scorched earth surrounded by a lake on one end and a forest on the other with an entrance marked by a corroded sign of stone that read "Creatures Welcome". What was once a haven was now a great plain of barren land.

A fearful poem for Halloween.

Life is short.

A poem I wrote.

Every bad element has
something
good
in it.

A wise owl must be proven!

This poem is written by me for everyone who loves nature and its surroundings.

This poem also speaks about how people forget their sorrows, tensions and miseries and get lost deep into the nature and feel relaxed and tension free.

I hope everyone enjoys reading it.

I always wanted to write a sort of book so… please tell me if you liked it