serenity
In the woods of the darkest green lies my soul
Hidden behind bark and pine
Sharp and distinctive never fearing
Grand and overbearing
Is where I lie
Where my serenity possesses me
Confesses to me
From the harsh world that detests me
Hidden in places long forgotten
My calm within my storm
It runs over boulders and streams
Climbs the highest mountains and streams
It flows like water harsh like winter
It is my peace on this belittled world
It is the place I call home
Hidden in the mountains
Kept warm in the trees
In the woods my soul does at it please.
The End
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