It has been hard to see
The forest for the trees
While standing in between
With arms wide open
Swaying in the breeze
Memorizing the shapes of leaves
And names of all the bug species
Bent down on my hands and knees
Planting seeds of my own
To make this forest a home
Knowing I will never know what they do
About this land and it’s inhabitants
But believing one day I could learn
SWD 06/2018
I liked this poem.
Not surprisingly. 🙂
Have a great day.
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