The Flourishing Forest
The forest is my humble home.
Do not try taking that away from me.
The city holds no lovely life.
I willingly wish to never see it.
The city has only bustling business people.
The flourishing forest is nothing alike.
I pledge my honest heart to the ways of the forest.
And all the admirable animals fly over to join me too.
The luxurious leaves dance back and forth.
To form a curious circle.
As I think these old, wise words.
My breath flys fearlessly away. Because I know I am finally happily home.
YOU ARE READING
Words? Or Art?
PoetryHave you ever felt like an outsider? Like you dont belong in this world? If so this is the book for you. It is a book of many poems of how I feel at different times.
