The Forest Poem by Rebecca Navarre
The Forest
In the mornings meadows breeze, as
the forest drops her leaves. And the
sunlight paints, its canvas with such
ease. The heart stirs, and the child
within is set free. To play, to laugh,
to live, to dream. And to just, be.
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
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