The Forest
I inhale the crisp air,
and it smells of life and of earth;
and the scent of the forest,
so sweet within the silence.
There was a loneliness- an isolation,
a beauty and tranquility;
trees give way to fields of green,
and wildflowers grow in every hue.
There are sounds all around,
the twitter of a bird- a squirrel foraging;
it all blends seamlessly,
in a perfect tranquil harmony.
I hear the sound of rushing water,
a waterfall falls over cliffs;
I let the water trickle on my skin,
and drink the sweetness.
On a wet mossy rock I rest,
and silver fish swim in the blue;
then suddenly the sun is peaking,
and I must leave this dream.
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September 30, 2012
Poetry/Verse/The Forest
Copyright Protected, ID 09-424-553-30
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to the Premier contest 100 In A Row - part 2
sponsor, Poet Destroyer, Judged 11/2012
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2012
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