Moss Forest Scotland
By Abigail M
The trickle of a clear stream,
Making this reality seem like a dream;
As moss covered ground starts to gleam
The forest is a field of green.
Mist curls and crawls on the ground
Another reality yearning to be found,
Leaving the forest untouched
Even by a sound.
An untouched beauty;
Protected by trees as if it's their duty,
Where you could just sit
And let your mind submit.
A domain of moss and trees,
Almost made just to please;
The forest will call you to ease
Till you are one with a forest of green.