Forests
By Bailey M
Her soil is as damp as a sponge.
The wind passing through her trees sounds like rumbling waves.
The cold damp air reminds me of childhood memories.
Her tree’s bark is as rough as sandpaper yet comforting.
The sunlight peeking through the canopy like searchlights.
Branches scrape and poke like daggers digging into skin.
a place where many birds enjoy singing.
Her natural shade and crevices hide unseen life.
I feel their gaze on me sharp as a knife.
She feels thankful to have life.
What unseen wonders hide from my wondering eye?