My "Wild" Thoughts

As I walk through the trees,

The birds above, I get distracted by a little dove, 

He is hurt, wings sore and all, 

But he seems rather angry, mad at a ball, 

Little children laugh and play,

 One by one they are hunted, they are prey, 

They are scared, legs trembling and all, 

Whiter than a cloud, about to be chowed, 

The trees sway, leaves fall, I take it in,

 The good and bad, I love to see it all,

I lay in leaves, gazing up, I look around, 

But nothing looks back, everything goes pitch black, 

I wake up in my bed, 

A pounding in my head, maybe it was a dream, 

Or was it all in my mind, a walk in the forest, 

Or maybe it was my emotions telling me to unwind.