A Tale From the Forest
A TALE FROM THE FOREST
She runs barefooted,
faster into the forest.
Sanctuary found.
Branches of the trees,
embracing her sad lost soul.
Protection given.
Held nurtured within,
feeling safe from outer harm.
Until the storm calms.
Morning leaves glisten,
refreshed from their own wet dew.
A lost soul restored.
Sanctuary found,
she does not want to leave now.
Her own heartfelt choice.
Now embraced within,
as the forest rejoices.
Its new chosen guest.
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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