My Forest Poem by Randy McClave

My Forest



I planted a sapling then it became a tree,
Tall and majestic, mother nature would surly agree,
Then I planted other samplings, now I have woods
Soon, I will forget about those loud city neighborhoods.
Someday I do hope to have my own little forest
Maybe then I might plant flowers, and I can become a florist,
But, until then I hope to have a forest so I can just vanish
Then unto modern society, to it I can finally banish!
I want to wake up to the forest green leaves
And the forest raccoons will be the only known thieves
Then I would enjoy breathing my forest mist and its cold fog,
I am so sick of wakening up to concrete and the cities smog.
When I am in my forest I will happily become a recluse
Now when I wake up early in the morning I won’t have an excuse,
The moon will be my nighttime and the sun will be my alarm
In peace I will live in my forest, it will become my shelter and my farm.
I will always welcome the birds to my forest as my guest
To the trees that I have planted the birds can build their nest,
In serenity and peace in my forest I will hope to disappear
And when a tree falls to the ground, that sound! only I will hear.

Randy L. McClave

Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,nature,society
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