Nature Beckons
Snow lays scattered on mountain edges
Fog's thin skin rises from woodland heat
Away from the city where peace alleges
My troubled mind and I have come to meet
Sun's splayed light filters through limbs that dance
As songbirds sing out while in graceful flight
I search through the trees, their farthest expanse
Realize the city has drained my sight
Alone where waterfalls pour long thin streams
The woods beckon with tranquility
To free my spirit, to allow for dreams
My soul lays down in its serenity
1/9/19 contest Into the Woods
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