Unfocused Poems - An Anthology

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I picture a forest in my mind,

Looking down at the mossy, fern-covered

Earth riddled with pine needles.

As I look up, I see orangey-barked damp trees

Ancient as they are tall,

Vines wound around them,

Bare spots scabbed over with lichen.

I glance up at the periwinkle sky blocked

By heavy evergreen branches weighed down with

Lush, green, feathery needles,

I breathe in the cool, clear air that tells of recent rain

And birdsong,

Breathe out a puff of momentarily visible breeze,

Close my eyes,

And feel at home.