Forest
By Avery S
Published 14 April 2023
I enter a new world
The scent, so fresh
The smell of damp wood
it gives me a great refresh
The damp moss gleams
The sticky sap shines
The rough, old skin
of the aged, dead pine
The bright, verdant leaves
The gleam of sun
The trunks are cut short
why there's a ton
The crunch of the leaves
The birds singing their song
As I dawdle amongst the forest
I hear the crash of a gong
The sweet dew off the leaves
The bitter taste of loss
As I talk to the tress
they have so much goss