Nature's Therapy
Through the woods, I'd take an ease walk,
No turmoil is present there to stalk.
The calm rhythmic sway of trees to the breeze,
That flows gentle and serene,
Relieves me of heart quakes.
I have been behind the enemy's line,
I have been assailed by their ceaseless missiles,
Much of what I call mine,
Are only a fraction of due appraisals.
A walk through the woods,
Journey with nature besides,
Strengthens dwindling hope.
March 18, 2022
A Combination of Forms Poetry Contest,
Emile Pinet
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