The woods
Birds calling, leaves crunch
The smell of pine and wildflowers
Sunlight filters down, making the whole world glow\
Splinters and vines with thorns
Running. heart pounding, lungs aching
Then calm
Birch trees, the trickle of water
Bright green grass in the clearing
A sea of ferns, a world of green
Animals scurrying everywhere
I stare at the hidden, flowing world
And it stares back
YOU ARE READING
Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
