The forest feels.

The trees are blushed
as the clouds stare down
and the grass curves up in delight.

A quiet peacefulness
that ends abruptly
as life flourishes.

Soften moments
in which memories
are retained in the clouds.

As the clouds see it all
holding it in
and releasing it back.

The grass soaks it up
going from an upward curve
and down down down.

The trees filled of excitement
that escapes and turns stale
as life continues.

The forest feels
what everything else puts out
the peace and the turmoil; endlessly.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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