The Poetry Book

The Forest

There is a place where colors bloom

Walking through the trees, a soft wind blows

You'll find happiness here, a place free of gloom

And it was all a secret, until I thought you should know

There is a place where it feels like a fire

The winds no longer there, scared of an evil

You loved it here, but I couldn't see your true desire

For what you sought after was a true upheaval

There is a place where the color fades

The winds returned, but no longer safe

The way they shredded the leaves reminds me of blades

This wasn't my home, I felt like a waif

There is a place barren and cold

Cutting your face, the wind rips you apart

What this place was, I thought I knew but now I've been told

What once was a forest, is now a shattered heart