The fields dance in my eyes,
The forests beckon me inside,
As I sit on a tree,
Looking up at the clouds completely free,
My mind meanders far away,
to ancient lands where there is complete greenery,
To a place where animals don't have to face the manmade reality
The leaves rustle behind but I don't look,
because whoever it is,
I know in my heart,
They're not here to hurt me,
As my eyes slowly drift into dreams,
I wonder again why I'm called an urban creature,
When I truly belong in nature
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Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PoesiaEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult
