Forest
The wind blowing like a gentle caress
Trees waving hello to all who see them
Grass brushes against dancing bare feet
Flowers spring up and down like an excited child
Wolves howl to the dwindling sun and rising moon
Copyright © Sara Rooker | Year Posted 2015
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