Forest

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WriteTober Day 1.

Written: 10/3/17

Prompt: Swiftly

                                                                                   

Forest


The Dark Oak Grove

Becomes your home

The falling leaves,

The swaying trees

Is all you know.

Now watch the birds whisk by

Soaring through the sky.

You stand alone

In this abode

Yet, you don't feel lonely or afraid

More like you can face the day

The wind picks you up,

Now you look around,

So far from the ground

Briskly flying through the endless dark

Swiftly running as you make your mark

Your place into the brush

There's no need to rush

As you swiftly fall asleep with the trees

Knowing you are free

In the Dark Oak Grove

Because that's your home.

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