forest

a poem

Lisa Bolin
Nov 5 · 1 min read
Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash

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.

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Lisa Bolin

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Observing, laughing, (crying sometimes), living, and writing about it.

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