Wooden Bones
"The forests are in my bones"
I am a sapling small and weak
Lost in dark forest feeling meek
Old trees abound strong of bone
My bones are young they do not groan.
Empathic vibes from nearby trees
Growing up is not a breeze
Am lanky and cold in seasonal air
Bones feel brittle of winter aware.
Wonderful spring, stretch my roots
Feeling of vibrancy is acute
Green buds sprout on my limbs
Nature has nurtured, wooden heart sings.
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17/08/2022
Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2022
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