My Forest

January 22, 2012.

I have a thing for forests.

They are lush and large

Rid of most people,

But teaming with sounds of wildlife.

You are alone but so comforted by things that love to hear you think.

I like to close my eyes in the forest,

But my soul still sees everything around me.

The wind takes over as my breath,

And the sun replaces my blood: pumping life.

My heartbeat slows and my body seems to rest.

My thoughts become clearer,

And I can formulate sentences out of choppy words.

A tangled mess the forest is:

Something that normally frightens me,

Yet here it is comforting: hidden and safe.

I rather like my forest.

A true blessing and miracle it is…

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