I once knew a girl who

found sanctuary among trees;

the forest cried out to her,

“time to come home”,

for here is rest”,

so she took her heart

for a walk in the woods.

She once was a general

with an army of trees

but she perished

with the autumn leaves,

the battle against herself was lost;

too frail a mind that

it consumed her.

She went into

the forest to heal herself;

for there was nowhere that

held her secrets like

the forest did, and in

the whispers of the wind

and the bird song

I hear her cry. I think

I’d rather be amongst the sounds

of nature than amongst

city traffic and the noise

of man, too.

Photo Credit: Carmen Marxuach

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