The Sorrow Of Beauty Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I discover a forest
Luscious colours
Bright as day
Even when witnessed
In the darkness
Tall tress of many
Across the brim
Of the atmosphere
I hear the lonely
Song of a robin
Lost in the world
Shaken from my -
Journey I continue
To run along
A dirt path
Similar to that
Of my dreams
I stop, drenched
In sweat, and I
Tumble softly
To the ground
As I lay upon
Long fresh grass
Gazing at the stars
Crusted along the sky
I wonder deeply
Of the sorrow of beauty