Beauty of the Forest

by gladys   May 21, 2007


I was sitting down under the tree
watching the birds flying free
Staring at the rivers running by
watching the reflection of the sky.

I was walking along the forest
looking for a place to find rest
staying there from morning till night
trying to calm myself with all my might.

I used to climb in the mountains high
whenever I wanted to shout and cry
It wipes away my falling tears
and teach me how to overcome my fears.

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  • 17 years ago

    by STEVE

    I love your poem it's really sweet keep up the good work 5/5