Green and brown is all I see.
It's a forest with a single tree.
Rest are the souls of beast,
Making them as Forest's feast.
Their cries were never heard,
As turned into trees and never bird.
But one day the guardian arrives,
Lost and confused, slashed by knives.
Oh what a terrible sight.
Wonder what was the fight.
Blood dripping from the wounds.
Twisted leg and broken bones.
The souls gathered around,
Watching without a sound.
Finally the tree of life embraced him,
Healing the wounds as the energy swim.
The guardian rises once again.
Now it's his turn to relieve their pain.
Setting the souls free he planted new seeds.
And asked them to help the forest in needs.
Bidding farewell he leaves.
Never seen again by any of the leaves.
YOU ARE READING
Not a story but a piece of my mind
Poetryhow about just check it out what's inside... tell me what you think from your perspective. ? ***** writing, rhyming, making others confused - love it! ?? ~~~~~~~~ Take a chance and explore my mind! ??? Lots and lots of hearteu~~~ ❤❤❤
