Where I Belong Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Some people belong to the land,
While others belong to the sea;
But not I.
I belong to the forest,
Where the trees grow tall and stately,
Where the plants run wild underfoot,
Where the animals freely roam,
And nature reigns supreme.
I close my eyes and it all comes to me like a sweet memory;
The rain pattering on the leaves,
The wind sending them whirling and twirling down till they finally hit the ground.
The wind singing through the trees,
Uttering in an unknown language only it can speak.
The sunbeams filtering through the leaves,
The moon casting its gentle light.
The plants spreading forth their petals,
And shining with inexplainable glory.
The animals sometimes hiding in the shadows,
And other times frisking about right before your very eyes.
But this memory cannot satisfy my longing heart,
Sometimes it makes the pain grow stronger.
Every moment,
Waking or sleeping,
It's always on my mind.
It is the very essence of my being.
There is nothing I can do but go,
Return to the place where I belong.

(2014.9.8)