The Forest
Branches and twigs,
Persimmons and figs,
Pinecones and sweetgum balls,
Bright green ivy climbs earthen walls,
Moss grows on the dampened ground,
Forest sounds are all around,
Leaves crunch beneath my feet,
I stop and make a rock my seat,
On a hike through the thick and silent pines,
The tree trunks are covered in clinging vines,
The needles blanket the forest floor,
The smell is something I adore,
The earth smells fresh, the air is clear,
Warms my soul with nature so near,
The delicate fern is growing alongside,
The hollowed logs where chipmunks hide,
I could sit and pass the hours away,
But I must go, I cannot stay,
I will remember this place in my mind’s eye,
And when I do, I will take a cleansing sigh,
For nothing compares to an outdoor space,
When I want to go to my happy place!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 10/28/2017
😁😁😁😁😁
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