Forest
The full moon glistned,
tall trees etched in the sky,
the ground is crunching beneath,
with critters running by,
dew dropped leaves,
splash your face,
in and out of branches you weave,
in this most amazing place,
rock formations,
smelling these sensations,
a never ending place of green,
timeless, beautiful.
Copyright © Susan Viscione | Year Posted 2010
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