A/N: I'm starting with this poem because it auto ranks as number 1 on my allpoetry account.
I sit on on a throne of tree trunks
I travel through my mossy lands
I hop over and wade through the quiet babbling brooks
I study every fern and mushroom
I gather rocks and bugs
I examine every frog, toad, and snail
I am one with this wild place
I am one with the Forest
-sincerly, icarus
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Poesíathis is just (probably cringe) poetry that i write Follow the cringe poetry insta: @/sincerelyicarus
