''Emerald Green Forest''
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In the morning because I was mourning,
I went into the forest green;
Oh, lush the emerald caress,
That wrapped its arms around;
my soul.
And here, I rested and could hear the birds,
Singing me a sweet melody;
Chirping and twittering in unison,
I became lost in their song;
and tranquility.
The gentle wind blew, and the sky was blue,
Cotton clouds drifting so lazily by;
And I felt so peaceful and quiet,
Forest fairies came gliding;
and whispering.
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March 18, 2016
Poetry/Verse/"Emerald Green Forest"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1094-432-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, Mid December Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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