Into the Woods
When nothing in my world
can be understood,
it’s a cue for this girl
to spend time in earthy woods.
When life feels paltry ail,
woods in natural status
best transport this female
to renewed, reaped awe-balance.
When events blur our free,
wood’s prose from ground to sky
gives it back to this she
and false is tossed by truth's sigh.
... CayCay Jennings
January 11, 2019
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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