A Poet's Scripts

The Forest ~ The Summer Trees

I walk through the forest

in summer.

Green.

All I can see is green.

Green trees.

Green grass.

But not only green is evident.

The pond

is mystical.

I stare into the water

and am hypnotized by the depth.

Fish swim.

They stare at me,

with their large,

black,

eyes.

I continue on my stroll.

Flowers in bloom

create a rainbow of petals,

a soft pillowy texture.

Lilac.

Daffodil.

Rose.

I close my eyes,

smile to myself,

and keep walking

through the summer woods.