Poetry.....Beginning To End

World Of Emerald

I wander aimlessly around

Trying, with no greater purpose than the one I have myself assigned,

To find myself in me.

I have become a product of society

And it was to a place far, far away from this society that I now exiled myself.

I endeavored to lose myself among the foliage

The sea of green that ensnares the tongue, beguiles the senses.

Lost, nestled in the soft green carpet, forest.

A serene place to think and wonder

Wonder who I have become

Wonder what will become of me.

I have come here to find myself in me

But rather have lost myself in the woods

Sparkling jewels encrusted in natural beauty

World of emerald, green sea.