Sunday, 3 January 2010

The Forest

Down the long dusty road
The distant forest waits,
Its dim green light
Drawing me in
To its cool embrace,
Holding me cocooned; safe:
Trees whispering comfort around me,
Somewhere to run;
Somwhere to hide;
Somewhere to be free:
Somewhere to be me.
The heartbeat of the forest
Is the centre of my soul.

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