The forest is near, upon the meadow,
Watching you sigh and wail.
You slowly breath in, you slowly breath out.
The forest watches your last breath.
The meadow flowers droop in sorrow and the forest just watches, as silent as ever.
It watches your body lie there in the sun, it watches your soul drift from your heart, it watches your non-moving eyes.
Very closely.
Ever so slowly the leaves of the forest turn golden and start to fall,
like tears from a crying moon.
They lands in your hair, weaving softly through.
The delight it gives you to your floating soul is so pleasant, so happy.
Your soul twirls around, flies to the clouds and makes patterns in the sky.
It lands down on your body, all brilliant and new.
It prods you on the cheek,
and silently, what felt like for years, your eye lids flicker open.
The forest is still watching.
The flowers lift their heads to the sunlight.
You take ten long breaths and whisper to the forest,
thank you.
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The Forest
PoetryHi guys ! This is my first poem/story here on Wattpad. I hope you like it (:
