My forest home

As I take a gradual stroll Here, my blue dreams unfold Allured by the winter cold Barks hug my maroon soul Hidden by branches long limb lines My spirit soars like a fine red wine Watching squirrels gleefully shine I find this forest home a jovial shrine The leaves cascade a rainbow foil Gliding palpable truths upon the soil I leave behind ebony-tainted turmoil The sacred seeds are saved from spilling toxic oil Breathing in the sky cobalt peace My anxiety is granted a release I don't have to be part of a social jigsaw and fit perfectly each piece I'm floating with the clouds as my iris's storms decrease.