The trees stand guard, signaling to each other as I cross their hallowed border.
Past the first contingent, the water whispers a welcome, we're old friends.
The breeze kisses my face and I stop to hug the sounds of the forest closer.
The birds twitter, sometimes they welcome, today they scold, aggravated at the intrusion.
I grin and walk on.
The squirrels scurry across the path, chattering to each other about this unwelcome visitor.
I wander into a small clearing, hoping for a glimpse of deer whose tracks I've seen on previous days.
No such luck today.
And yet, the peaceful music of the forest has once again calmed my mind.
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Author:
SLR (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've been playing around with this the past couple days. Not sure if it's done or if I'll end up adding or changing it. But what do you think? Does it feel done to you? Did I miss something in the middle? Please let me know your thoughts and opinions.
- Category: Nature
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