forest
a poem
Vivid green leaves brush my cheek As I walk the moss-carpeted forest. Sunlight twinkles through branches, Gnarled, lichen-encrusted, reaching Towards a peace never found. Barefoot, I feel the living, breathing green Massage calm into my soul, drinking in Vibrant dreams through dew-kissed pores. The forest whispers of life, the future, death, A cycle, ever moving.
Lisa is a poet and writer, lover and mother, sister and daughter. She lives in a beautiful place, surrounded by forests and water. It is a constant inspiration. If you like this poem, perhaps you might like these too:
