The Forest

Trees as far as the eye can see,

Natures unmatched beauty,

The birds singing, all around,

The only thing that makes a sound,

As I walk through the forest,

I see old structures, covered in rust

No buildings nor people,

Just trees as high as a steeple,

I walk an unmarked path,

In a place far from humanity’s wrath

In the place I roam,

I feel at home,

I feel free, I feel unchained,

In all this time the beauty remained,

As I grow old I think about my past,

I think about the trees I climbed so fast,

I think about the trees that stood so tall,

I think about my childhood, I loved it all,

I think about the forest, its rise and fall.