Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Forest

The rays of sunlight touch my face
The trees reach for me
I hear the sound of the water fowl
Crying out a plea

I see the ripple on the lake
The leaves try and grab me
I listen to the forest
Crying out a plea

My feet start running
The forest calls me
I feel a presence all around
Crying out a plea

I stop, breathless and tired
Darkness engulfs me
I hear the wolves howl
Crying out a plea

I close my weary eyes
The forest endangers me
It cannot hear me
Crying out a plea

My eyes are open
The forest left me
But I hear it whisper
Crying out a plea

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