The trees sway
Leaves rustle
Small animals scurry across
The dirt
Everything is so calm
You almost miss her
She is laying against a fallen rock
Her eyes shut
Face soft
And calm
Her body so still
She is a fallen angle
Resting among the Earth
Two bits of beauty
Breathing as one
YOU ARE READING
Miscellaneous Poetry
Poesíajust a big ball of weird poems I'll probably regret in 20 years.
