The Forest
I open my eyes
No memory, no fear, no tears
The forest enveloping my whole
I stand, though, i stumble
I ran, though i tripped
The bright sun glares above me
The trees growing with every step
With every branch, a smile
With every flower, a tear
I journey through the forest
With tears and with fear.
I see the ocean blue from afar
The waves crashing against the shore
I look back at the forest behind
With birds and flowers growing evermore
I take a step into the sandy beach
The forest stopping behind my aching feet
I take a step further and there i saw
The sun fading, the moon rising
Copyright © Fynn Michaels | Year Posted 2024
|