Forest
A sea of silent echoes,
the dark and gnarled trees,
the land's relaxed breathing
is the only sound to me
I don't belong to the desert,
or the ocean's frothy coast.
I live within the woodlands,
they are what call to me the most
I love the vibrant, luscious flowers,
the river's graceful soul.
The earth, a burnt sienna
is what makes my heart feel whole
The deer, they pass, my brothers hunt
I watch them come and go
In the heart of my true homeland,
time, it always seems to slow.
the dark and gnarled trees,
the land's relaxed breathing
is the only sound to me
I don't belong to the desert,
or the ocean's frothy coast.
I live within the woodlands,
they are what call to me the most
I love the vibrant, luscious flowers,
the river's graceful soul.
The earth, a burnt sienna
is what makes my heart feel whole
The deer, they pass, my brothers hunt
I watch them come and go
In the heart of my true homeland,
time, it always seems to slow.